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Amy Lee VS Katy Perry The Betrail

Over the past few months there has been a battle raging about the amount of pop artists taking over the charts, one of the most outspoken critics was Amy lee who believe all artist should sing their own songs and / or play their own instruments. For Amy this came to a head at a VMA awards where she lost out to Katy Perry for the third time and all the major awards when home with pop artists.

An after party had been set for all the nominees and special guest it had been going for several hours when Hayley Williams noticed that there had been screaming and shouting coming from the pool area for several minutes now and decided to and see what was happening. As she approaches the she hears the crowd shouting “Dunk the witch, Dunk the witch” what she sees shocks her to the core Katy Perry is holding on to the side of the pool, and under the water is Amy lee, her head trapped between Katy’s thighs unable to breath Hayley notices the on lookers cheering Amy’s demise and decided to do nothing to help her old friend.

Hayley finds out that this had been a one-sided beat down from the beginning with Amy being tossed around like a rag doll, just then Katy lifts her legs allowing Amy to appear above the waterline she breath heavily. Katy asks “you had enough?” to which she replies yes. Katy then asks several of the boys watching to help lift her victim out of the water which they did and dumped her at Katy’s feet and just in front of Hayley it only then she sees the evidence of the punishment Katy has been dishing out with scratches, cuts and the early signs of bruises all over her body.

Katy quickly mounts Amy and says “you like having air to breathe again?” she replies yes but is cut off by Katy burying Amy face between her boobs the crowd goes wild and starts to count. … 50,51,52 there’s no 53 Katy realises Amy is knock out. Katy gets off her and stands over her landing a few little kicks to her helpless opponent whilst celebrating.

Just the Katy locks eyes with Hayley, Hayley begins to tremble whilst looking at Katy as she stands with her foot on Amy chest, and clutching a glass of champagne. You did that song “Hard times, I love that the perfect pop song nice and cheerful” Thanks Hayley replies. Just then Amy looks at Hayley and says “Please Help Me”.

Katy says “Look Hayley you can join me and all my rich pop industry friends, or take your little depressed witch and get out of here.” Hayley takes a moment to think then lifts her foot and stomps on Amy lee’s face several times purposely trying to do as little damage as possible yet it still be convincing. They then walk away with Katy saying

Anyone wanted to screw a goth go for it. (Surprisingly it’s two women that approach her looking at each other and saying at the same timer threesome?).   

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Vanessa Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere


They grunted and moaned in pain as one; each had her right hand clamped over the forehead of the other for an Iron Claw, while their left hands held their other wrists to keep their trembling arms in place.  Sweat glistened across their nubile bodies as they squeezed with all of the dwindling power they could muster, the pressure so great that their right hands were numb, their knuckles drained of color.

A properly applied Iron Claw not only causes pain from the squeezing, but the placement of the thumb and pinky fingers over the temples can inhibit the flow of blood to the brain.  And both Vanessa and Hayden were absolute experts of applying the Iron Claw.

The duel of clawholds had been going on for several minutes, each exacting a dreadful toll on the victims.  Their bodies quivered as they struggled to remain upright; their eyes glazed over and were starting to cross from the incessant pain.  It was only a matter of moments before one beauty would at last fall prey to the other.

Panettiere was certain to the marrow of her bones that her Iron Claw was superior.  Still...still...she couldn't take the risk that her arch-rival might somehow overwhelm her (as ridiculous as that may seem, the blonde reassured herself).  Thus, her clouding brain concluded, a shift in tactics was necessary.  Without warning, she released her clawhold from her opponent's forehead, the sudden cessation of pain confounding Hudgens.  That gave Hayden the few seconds she needed.  She pulled her left arm back, and then threw it forward, her fingers delivering a knife hand thrust to the brunette's throat.  Vanessa gasped and gurgled, releasing her own clawhold as her hands rushed to her neck and she stumbled backward, struggling for breath.

As she reels away from her adversary, panting hard for precious air, Hudgens turns her back to Panettiere...and that's all the opening the blonde needs.  With a rush of adrenaline as she gets her second...or is it third or fourth...wind, Hayden rushes at her unsuspecting foe, and then leaps on the startled brunette's back.  Wraps her legs around her rival's waist and grabs a handful of Vanessa's damp and matted dark mane with her left hand, yanking her head to the side to better expose her neck.  For with her right hand...albeit it not without some effort, as it remains numb from the clawhold...Panettiere jabs her thumb into the olive skin with an Asiatic Spike.  Hudgens squeals in anguish from this new torment, her senses swirling from the relentless agony.  She staggers around the room, amazingly not collapsing from the weight of her tormentor.  However, as the blonde viciously grinds her thumb into the embattled brunette's carotid artery, the increasingly vacant look in Vanessa's eyes make it bitterly obvious to the spectators that she cannot resist much longer.

A moment later, Hudgens drops to one knee, and then keens backward, landing atop Panettiere, who tightens her scissors around her opponent's waist and continues to apply the Spike.  Hayden doesn't even try to suppress a leering smirk and a chuckle of malicious glee as Vanessa moans in anguish, her taut body growing ever-more limp, a trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth.  Mere heartbeats later, the brunette gives a loud sad sigh, and then her entire body goes slack.

Triumphant, Hayden's reserves of power evaporate, and it takes her last dregs of strength to roll her slumbering nemesis off of her.  The blonde gets to her knees in an effort to stand up and claim her victory, but at long last the battering she had suffered in this match overcomes her, and with a sigh of her own she pitches forward, collapsing atop the body of Vanessa, Panettiere victorious but utterly spent.

[wheelman]

Great fight between a couple of feisty little hellcats who make up for what they lack in stature with the athleticism and tenacity to take down larger opponents. 

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Great fight between a couple of feisty little hellcats who make up for what they lack in stature with the athleticism and tenacity to take down larger opponents. 

2nd this! Typically great stuff Jack! Definitely one of those match-ups that begs for revisiting down the road

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Thanks friends!  Hayden and Vanessa are definitely one of my all-time favorite match-ups, and I'm sure I'll be returning to them someday fairly soon. 

[Savant]

Emma Watson vs. Kristin Stewart

Emma Watson was drenched in sweat and on wobbly legs as Kristin Stewart grabbed a mop of her hair and dragged her hated enemy towards the bar. She then pounded Emma’s forehead off the bar countertop one…twice...three times. The blows further stunned Watson and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head.

The two young women had been engaged in a brutal bar fight for close to an hour now. Momentum had shifted back and forth several times but Kristin had been having her way with Emma for the last 20 of those minutes and it looked like only a matter of time until the American fighter put away her British rival.  Both fighters were barefoot and dressed in tight blue jeans and tank tops, a black one for Emma and a white one for Kristin. They were roughly the same size. Emma was arguably stronger but Kristin was a little quicker and more skilled, which had proven decisive so far.

Emma had targeted Kristin’s belly and a couple of times had blasted her with knees and elbows that gutted her rival so badly that she almost brought the American to tears but Kristin had recovered and targeted Watson’s head. Head butts, rabbit punches and straight right crosses had discombobulated Emma and left her vulnerable.

After the blows against the bar, Kristin leaned over Emma and pressed her body against her rival, her crotch pushing against Emma’s butt. Kristin whispered in her ear: “How are you doing, sweetheart? Feeling a little dizzy, huh? Legs feeling a little rubbery? You wanna give up, Emma, huh? You want me to put you to sleep?”

An angry Emma tried to fire an elbow into Kristin’s stomach but the American saw it coming and fired a knee straight up between Emma’s legs.

“oh…oh…nnngghhh….” Emma whimpered, her eyebrows arching in agony and her hands reaching down to her crotch to try and massage out some of the blinding pain that was paralyzing her.

“Ha!” Kristin laughed in triumph.

She spun around Watson  and prepared to put her away for good when Emma crashed a glass mug against the side of her rival’s head!

Kristin had never seen the blow coming and immediately pooled onto her knees in front of Emma.

Emma could hardly believe how successful her last minute gambit had been and smiled as much in relief as triumph. .

She grabbed Kristin by her ponytail to steady her and then fired a knee directly into the American’s chin, rattling her teeth.

Liking the result, Emma pulled back her leg and fired another knee in the same spot.

Then another.

Then another.

Then another.

The vicious knee strikes rattled Kristin’s brains and quickly reduced her to jelly.

Emma then dropped to her knees herself. She grabbed Kristin by the shoulders and stretched her out on the dirty bar floor. She reached one arm behind Stewart’s hips to prop up her stomach. She then used her free arm to start firing stiff punches deep into the pit of Kristin’s  belly. Her earlier softening of the American’s mid-section paid off now and each additional blow caused Kristin to twist and writhe in agony.

“How do you like it, honey? How do you like being the one in pain?” Emma purred.

After a couple of dozen more gut shots, the fight was thoroughly beaten out of Kristin and she was nothing more than a rag doll, a line of drool dribbling out of one corner of her mouth.

Emma then put on the coup de grace, slithering up Alexandra’s body so that the two young women were pressed tightly against each other. Emma then wrapped one arm around the back of Kristin’s head and pushed her face deep into Emma’s cleavage. Emma thenwrapped the other arm around Kristin’s head to further secure the hold and to blind her by blocking her eyes.

Kristin suffered from claustrophobia and she immediately started panicking as soon as the breast smother was applied. She started bucking frantically in an effort to dislodge Emma but her rival stayed stuck to her like glue.

“Whoa, Nelly! What are you trying to do girl? Trying to get free? Haha. I don’t think so, sweetie. I don’t think so,” Emma laughed in triumph.

Kristin tried to roll them over but Emma held fast and pressed her full weight against her enemy, pinning her in place.

With every passing second, more and more strength was drained from Kristin. Emma was already overheated from the long fight by the time she applied the breast smother. Now all the heat from her gorgeous body, all the sweat, was being transferred to the trapped Kristin. It made the American feel feverish and sick. She opened her mouth, trying to gulp in air like a fish but all she got for her efforts was more of Emma’s tits stuffed into her face.

Finally Kristin just started screaming in fear and frustration as the claustrophobia and body heat overwhelmed her. Emma just smiled. And kept feeding her tit. Kristin’s movements got more and more sluggish until she was completely drained. Her eyes closed. The last of her strength left her and her muscles relaxed into surrender.

“You give up, honey? Huh? You give up to me? No? Alright, EAT SOME MORE TIT,” Emma cackled in triumph.

Even though fight was long over now, Emma kept the breast smother one for several more long minutes, making sure that Kristin learned her lesson.

Finally she peeled off her tits from Kristin’s clammy, red face. Emma then grabbed her by the hair and posed her unconscious rival while bar patrons took photos on their smart phones of the triumphant Brit.

“Everyone get a shot of this,” Emma ordered. “You all saw. I beat her fair and square,” she proclaimed, ignoring the use of a foreign object.  “I want this bitch’s defeat well documented. She thought she had me but I gutted her weak little tummy good and then gave her a good helping of tit sandwich. Now we all know who the better woman is, don’t we?”

Emma then spent the next half an hour having her photo taken in various victory poses with the deeply unconscious and thoroughly beaten Kristin.

[Savant]

Kristin still suffering from tummy pain a week after the fight with Emma.

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Without a doubt, Emma/Kristin is one of the all-time great celeb rivalries...at least in my humble opinion. 

Emma Watson vs. Kristin Stewart

[Dario]

Fantastic!.
I love the Kristen vs Emma saga, the best rivalry of all times.

[Tiger80]

Kristen is ready.

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And Emma says, "Bring it on, colonial!"

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FLASHBACK 1980: Jayne Kennedy vs Bo Derek



It was the night that HWA fans had been avidly awaiting.  It's doubtful that there was a heel in the league who generated as much heat as Bo.  The blonde's rise up the ranks had been meteoric...and much resented by both fellow wrestlers and fan alike.  Derek endeared herself to no one by taking a cruel delight in having such popular opponents as Cheryl Ladd and Susan Anton carried from the ring on stretchers, suffering from injuries that sidelined them from wrestling for weeks.  But Bo's rise to the top was going to stop abruptly tonight, courtesy of HWA Champion Jayne Kennedy, who had promised to put the arrogant dirty blonde in her place.

However, much to the dismay of the fans and Jayne herself, things were not going exactly as planned.

After a grueling match that was nearing the forty minute mark, the Champ seemed to be turning things around:  Bo started to Irish whip Jayne across the ring, but the sepia beauty managed to put the brakes on it and reverse the whip, sending Derek sailing into the corner, where her spine collided with the turnbuckle.  Wasting no time. Kennedy rushed at her opponent and leapt into the air to deliver a bone-rattling avalanche splash.  However, it was the dark-haired battler's own bones that were rattled as the blonde managed to spin out of the way at the last possible instant, and Jayne's chest slammed into the turnbuckle.  With glazed eyes, the gasping Champion staggered backward, and Derek pushed herself off of the ropes, delivering a Russian Sickle Clothesline that took Kennedy off her feet and left her flat on her back, staring blankly up at the arena's overhead lights.

The fans started a chant to encourage Kennedy to get up, their hopes of putting a halt to Bo's reign of terror dwindling by the moment.  Given a minute or so to rally her last dregs of strength, the Champ might very well have rallied.  But her adversary wasn't about to give her that time.

The collective heart of the spectators sank as Derek dropped to her knees alongside her rival and rolled her over onto her front side.  No one had to be told she was going for her devastating finisher, the "Bo-mission"...a combination Scissored Armbar and Crossface.  As the hold was locked on and shoulders were yanked back far beyond the normal range of motion, Jayne was snapped out of her stupor by the onrushing pain.  Eyes wide and teeth gritted, she attempted to ride it out, hoping against hope she could escape and turn the tide.  But there was no hope, as the smug grin on Bo's face made plain.  Kennedy's resistance lasted all of ten seconds, and then she was screaming "YES!  I SUBMIT!  I SUBMIT!!!" to the referee's question.

Derek kept the hold on a few moments longer, just out of sheer cruelty, and then she released it and rose to her feet.  As the referee wrapped the ten pounds of leather and gold around her waist, the voice of the ring announcer proclaimed, "THE WINNER. AND NEW HOLLYWOOD WRESTLING ALLIANCE CHAMPION...BO DEREK!"

A cascade of boos descended upon the new titleholder, but then there began to rise a chorus of cheers.  More than a few fans...virtually all of whom had been aching for her defeat barely a minute before...were coming around to the realization that the balance of power had just shifted in the HWA, and it might not be a bad idea to jump on the Bo bandwagon now.

The new Champ merely smirked, confident that tonight was but the first day of a long and dominating run in the Sport of Queens.

[Savant]

Emma Watson vs Kristin Stewart II

The intense rematch between Emma and Kristin had been going on for close to an hour. Both girls were drenched in sweat, their hair wet and stringy and their faces flushed. Their low-cut, one-piece swimsuits, black for Emma and Pink for Kristin, clung tightly to their fit, trim bodies. They were wrestling barefoot once again.

Emma, confident after her win last time, had agreed to a pro-style match in a wrestling ring. But she was regretting it at the moment as Kristin’s calf cut into her throat. The American had dropped the Brit down to the mat before trapping her in a suffocating figure four headscissors. Kristin’s rock hard thighs, firm after years of dance training, were wrapped around Emma’s head trapping her in place, while her calf cut off Emma’s blood supply to her brain. Emma kicked her legs frantically, trying to free herself but without any luck. She started to see spots as the figure four started exerting its full effects. A weary but smiling Kristin looked down at her hated rival’s face as their match seemed to be reaching its conclusion.

Kristin had not always been so confident though. The match had gone back and forth numerous times, as was usually the case when these two evenly-matched young women came to blows. Emma had pursued her usual strategy of targeting Kristin’s mid-section. ‘Take out a girl’s belly and you’ll soon have complete control over her,’ was Emma’s thinking. And she did her best to do so by trapping Kristin in one corner of the ring and firing a series of brutal knees into the American’s solar plexus. When this brought Kristin to all fours, Emma then took her back and wrapped a reverse bear hug around her rival. Emma’s arms wrapped around Kristin’s mid-section, her hands locked around Kristin’s tummy and pushing up into her bellybutton. Kristin’s eyebrows arched in pain and an expression of desperation came over her face as Emma trapped her in this terrible submission hold. She slowly, torturously crawled towards the ropes with Emma hanging onto her back every inch of the way. A number of times Kristin came to a standstill as Emma wrenched the bearhugs back and forth. When Kristin collapsed, Emma only tightened the hold and dug her chin in between Kristin’s shoulder blades, further adding to her enemy’s agony. Kristin dug deep though and managed to get back to her hands and knees and eventually reach the ropes. Her insistence on fighting a pro-style match paid off now as the ref ordered Emma to break the hold. Emma did so reluctantly, believing she had come very close to victory.

After that close call though, Kristin recovered and started increasingly take control of the match. She used her long legs to fire strikes into Emma’s ribs and occasionally into her chin, weakening and dizzying the Brit. When Emma was sufficiently slowed down, Kristin trapped her in a corner and started firing, short, sharp punches into Emma’s chin and occasionally straight into her nose, making her rival’s eyes water in pain. She whispered into Emma’s ear as she did so, no doubt trash talking her so as to demoralize her rival. 

A desperate Emma pushed her away but Kristin calmly set her up for a Booker-T-style scissor kick to the back of her head, dropping her down flat to the mat.

The American then unleashed her match clincher, the figure four headscissors, which is where we came in…

Emma gurgled as Kristin’s crushing legs further drained her energy and squeezed off the blood supply to her brain. Emma used her hands to try and wrench off Kristin’s calf and get in some previous oxygen but the American just calmly adjusted the figure four as needed to keep the pressure on. Occasionally Kristin would lift her hips, to add some extra leverage and power. When she did so, an overwhelmed Emma’s hands would drop to her sides and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head.

After several more excruciating minutes in this killer hold, Emma was thoroughly exhausted and little more than a rag doll.

A satisfied Kristin then unwrapped the figure four and let Emma’s head drop down to the mat like a stone. Kristin leaned over and whispered in her ear once again. Emma whimpered at whatever her rival said. It soon became clear enough though. After the brutal breast smother Kristin had endured in their last match, she was determined to repay Emma…with interest.

Instead of a breast smother though, Kristin simply positioned herself over Emma’s prone body and dropped her pet backside over Emma’s face. The facesit was a devastating coup de grace after the long endurance trial of the figure four head scissors. Kristin’s heart-shaped butt formed a perfect seal over Emma’s already clammy face. A panicky Emma tried her best to push Kristin’s off her but She was simply too weak at this point. Kristin periodically shifted and adjusted herself so that the facesit was always applied for maximum effect. When she felt the last resistance drain out of Emma’s body, she lifted herself off her beaten rival. She then gently slapped Emma’s face to revive her. Once she had done so, she once gain sat on Emma’s face, this time in a front face sit. She delighted as Emma’s pleading eyes, peeking out from underneath her crotch, expressed shear panic then gradually grew sleepy before finally closing as the facesit took her out once again.
Kristin repeated this torture several more times; reviving Emma only to knock her out again, fully enjoying herself. Finally the officials stepped in and told her that she was endangering Emma’s life and had to stop.

Kristin heeded their instructions and finally got off her long-time enemy. However she then sat Emma up and grabbed her arms from behind. Like Emma had done to her, she then invited photographers and audience members into the ring to take photos of her in various victory poses over Emma. Often this involved grabbing Emma by the hair and showing off her unconscious face. Other time, Kristin bit Emma’s earlobes or licked her neck to show off how completely in control she was over her rival.

Kristin was sorely tempted to complement her wrestling victory by dry humping Emma from behind and sexually humiliating her but she resisted the urge for the time being. Instead after a long period of victory posing, she used a jump rope to tie Emma’s hands tightly behind her. She then brought the groggy girl up to her wobbly legs and led her tied-up captive into the dressing room behind the stage. Who knew what she had planned after that.

[Dario]

Absolutely fine, more, please.
Many thanks.

[Xtra164]

So much great stuff in here as always!

Lily James vs. Maia Mitchell




Maia was hoping this would be third times the charm for her on the catfighting circuit. She had suffered back to back brutal losses to Daisy Ridley and Hailee Steinfeld with both matches ending in Mitchell screaming out in agonizing surrender! Desperate to buck this embarrassing and painful trend, she came out determined and eager to finally notch a victory in the win column against Lily James; another formidable opponent in her own right. Maia came out strong and maintained legitimate offensive momentum deep into the match against the skilled and agile enough Lily who did well avoiding any killer blows from her opponent. As the match went on Maia became increasingly motivated to end the night not wanting to give Lily chance to lock in a submission hold on her, but there's a difference between aggressiveness and foolishness and Mitchell was about to learn that the hard way.

After landing a running bulldog that just got a 2 count pinfall before James kicked out yet again, Maia grew visibly frustrated not being able to put James away for good. After taking a moment to cool herself off as Lily started to recover but remained down on the mat, Maia figured why not do onto others what others have done to her! Grabbing both of Lily's legs, she hooked both ankles under her arms, twisted around and sat on the hazel-haired arched back and yanked her legs for a Boston Crab submission hold. Mitchell pulled with all the might she had left as Lily, nowhere near the ring ropes to break up the hold, realized she had to buck Maia off quickly or else suffer an embarrassing loss for her against such a previously struggling opponent. James would get the break she needed when she not only kicked and squirmed her legs out of Maia's grasp, in a flash she was then able to clamp both legs around the shocked Mitchell's waist and in one smooth motion slamming her down to the mat locked in an impenetrable leg scissors! Poor Maia couldn't even register what had happened before suddenly having her waist and midsection crushed by Lily's surprisingly powerful legs; just seconds after she almost had the match won she was now again reduced to a flopping fish out of the water on her stomach trying desperately and failing miserably to escape Lily's clutches!

Wanting to end things now, Lily had to use any and all means necessary in this moment as she was feeling increasingly tired as well and not sure how much longer she can keep this leg scissors hold going at maximum strength. She reached down gripping Maia's black hair with a clenched fist and savagely yanked her head back causing an even louder shriek to come out of the captive. Lily awasn't trying to rub in the humiliation against Maia, but in the catfighting ring it was survival of the fittest and she couldn't afford to risk this match slipping away. To make matters even worse for Mitchell, not only was her waist being squeezed with her face starting to get the same color as her tight blue dress, but that said tight blue dress also started to ride up her body as she withered on the mat; just enough so that her dainty white silk panties wedgied up her booty were flashing out to everyone! Make no mistake Lily noticed this and thought about giving that tight little booty a smack or two, but she didn't want to completely humiliate Maia tonight after such a tightly contested duel. She just wanted to win and get out of here. With her face blue in anguish and twisted in shame now feeling the breeze hit her inadvertently exposed crotch and derriere, Maia frantically slapped down on the canvas in defeat yet again with this time being a more bitter pill to swallow for her because she came so close to finally achieving victory. Lily released the hold after Maia tapped out and let the referee girl hold her hand high in victory and then taking a modest walk back up the ramp; feeling happy she won but also relief that she was able to hold off an opponent that was so thirsty for a win. As for Mitchell...well you know what they always say: better luck next time!