[Ginny38]

Emma Watson vs. Kristin Stewart III ? (more from Savant?)

With the score level at 1 apiece, there's definitely a need for more clarity with these two. Sadly, it looks like this is a rivalry that can go on for years (if not decades given their ages!) Who will finally toss in the towel and ruefully admit "I've had enough..."

Will it be Emma? Will it be Kristin? Will it be Savant?

Hopefully, it will NOT be the readers.........because if so, they'll be the real losers.

[Jackflash Jump]

Penny vs Max



The blonde stood on unsteady legs, bent forward with sagging shoulders, long, matted flaxen hair hanging down the sides of her face, as she panted and moaned.  The brunette gave a sinister smirk; a simple running knee lift right to the side of her dazed opponent's head, she reasoned, would bring the battle to a sudden finish.

But then, where was the fun in that?

As with all of their previous encounters, this match between the East Coast's Max and West Coast's Penny had been a ferociously breathtaking contest between the two arch-rivals.  And as before, the two voluptuous vixens were simply too evenly matched for one to dominate the other.  As usual, they had to battle one another past their limits of exhaustion before fate tilted the bout one way or the other.  In this instance, a wildly thrown elbow by Max caught Penny in the temple, badly stunning her.  It was sheet luck, but the brunette acted as if it were her own tactical brilliance and superior combat skills that had placed control of the match in her hands now.  To be fair, in those instances where the advantage is held by Penny, the blonde haughtily assumes the same position.

But now however, it is most decidedly the New Yorker who holds the ace cards.  Stepping before her adversary, she sneers and taunts her with, "C'mon sugar tits...don't tell me you're done already?  Show me what you've got?"  This has the desired effect of enraging Penny, and with an animalistic growl she lunges at her foe.  With perfect timing, Max ducks under her rival's grasp, wrapping her arms around Penny's waist and, with a loud grunt, using the L.A. beauty's own momentum to hoist her up and over, sending the startled blonde flipping over and crashing onto her back with a heavy thud.

Penny lay there starfished, glazed eyes unfocused and not fully comprehending.  Max then throws herself down upon her opponent, grapevining their legs together, their nude, lush bodies entwined as one.  Pinning the blonde's arms to the carpeted floor, Max can't repress a gleeful smile as she then nestles her 34DD's down upon the blonde's face; the brunette brawler had long ago discovered that the one thing her likewise buxom nemesis hates above all else is being breast smothered by her foe...which is precisely why Max prefers to use this finisher against Penny whenever she can.

Her moans muffled beneath the satiny cage of flesh, Penny can only squirm haplessly as she is snuffed into oblivion is this most humiliating manner.  Soon enough, her moans go silent and her body ceases to move altogether, signaling that she has succumbed to the inky darkness.  Triumphant, Max stands up...and very nearly collapses right back down again as the last vestiges of her waning power fade.  She through sheer willpower she remains upright, planting a foot victoriously upon her hated rival's heaving chest and raising her right arm to claim her win.

[AlleykatIce2.0]

I always like the Penny and Max fights, but I've noticed Max has won the last few - surely it's time for the blonde to get some revenge?

[Jackflash Jump]

I always like the Penny and Max fights, but I've noticed Max has won the last few - surely it's time for the blonde to get some revenge?

That's a good point.  I don't really keep track of who has won when...I just go with what the muse tells me at the moment.  But I'll make a point of reminding the blonde's muse that she's been slacking on the job lately. 

[Ginny38]

...I'll make a point of reminding the blonde's muse that she's been slacking on the job lately. 

That's a long-time problem. My research (Wikipedia.org) has shown that muses are notoriously prone to "come and go at will" - a trend that's been traced back to the ancient Greek muses who would disappear or fail to inspire a hero/heroine with seeming disregard for good literary practices.

One tip: Stories written on parchment (or a tanned goat skin) using a quill pen, seem to have resonance. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with either:
a) the prompt application of the point of the quill, or
b) use of the tip of the feather

In both cases, however, it must be applied to the most sensitive and response portion of a Muse's anatomy.

Good luck with that!!

For more on Muses, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muses

[Savant]

Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson III: Catfight


Emma came tumbling out of the bedroom, almost spilling onto all fours, after a right cross from Kristen had tagged her right on the chin. The desperate Brit held out her arm to try and fend off the pursuing Kristen who was in hot pursuit and could smell blood.

The two long-term rivals were engaged in the rubber match of their latest war with each other. Both were sweaty and exhausted after more than an hour of beating on each other. After their latest pro-style match in a wrestling ring, they had decided their latest contest would be a more intimate contest; a catfight in a furnished apartment. A series of cameras were discreetly positioned all around the apartment so an outside audience could view the fight. Emma was dressed in a little green silk teddy that showed off her legs and cleavage. Kristen was dressed in a white tank top, a pair of flower pattern panties to which were attached a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The stockings were now ripped in several places, giving Kristen a bit of a punk rock edge.

Although, as was often the case, the fight was a very even one – with the advantage being traded from one young woman to another – Kristen had built on the momentum of her win in the previous contest and gradually took control of the match. A series of kicks to the ribs and punches to the face and stomach had gradually weakened Emma and left her increasingly vulnerable.

Kristen grabbed Emma by a handful of hair and spun her around. She then fired a knee sharply into Emma’s cxnt. The Brit’s eyebrows arched, a ‘how could you look” washing across her pained face. Emma clutched at her pussy, and dropped to her knees in front of Kristen. Stewart smiled briefly. She then started hopping from one foot to another, like a boxer warming up in the ring. She grabbed a handful of Emma’s hair again to steady her and then started firing knees into her chin.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each shot exploded into Emma’s chin and made her see stars. Kristen’s long legs were deadly weapons and she was bringing them to full bear now. A desperate Emma wrapped her arms around Kristen’s fishnet-clad legs and pushed her so the American fell on her rear.

Losing the standup fight, Emma tried to switch it over to a grappling contest at close quarters but her plan backfired when Kristen snapped her legs around Emma’s neck in a triangle choke.

“Urk!” Emma choked as her rival’s rock hard legs choked off her oxygen and the blood supply to her brain. Emma pounded away at Kristen’s thighs, trying to get the American to release her. No luck. Then then used her hands to try and pry open the triangle choke. A pleased Kristen simply lifted her hips to exert some more pressure. This caused Emma’s eyes to roll up in the back of her head and her legs to splay out in a spread eagle. Things looked increasingly dire for the Brit.

“Had enough Emma? Ready to give up to me, hon?” taunted Kristen. She looked up at the closest camera and gave the audience a wink.

Her cocky gesture though was a little premature as a desperate Emma managed to get back to her knees and, from that position, fire a punch into Kristen’s cxnt.

“Oh!” the American winced, releasing the triangle choke and pushing the Brit away as she massaged at her sore pussy.

An almost unconscious Emma was in no position to take advantage though. She rolled onto her back and sucked in great big lungfuls of air, desperate to get some air back into her lungs. She also massaged her long neck after the agony of being trapped in Kristen’s legs.

Kristen was the first one back to her legs. She walked over to Emma, reached down and grabbed her yet again by a handful of her hair.

“Come on, honey, let’s end this,” seethed Kristen as she dragged Emma up her wobbly legs and walked her into a nearby bathroom. Taking a running start, she flung Emma head first into the porcelain toilet. The Brit’s head took a nasty blow as it cracked again the toilet. Kristen did not let up though and lifted Emma’s head up before banging it off the toilet bowl once…twice… three times…

After all she had suffered so far, the latest head shots took almost all of the remaining starch out of Emma. She sprawled over the toilet lid, drool running out of one corner of her mouth. A satisfied Kristen patted the insensate Emma on the back and then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“Just stay there a minute, sweetheart,” said Kristen.

Shen then turned to the shower and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. She was planning to drag Emma into the shower and complete her victory in its close confines. After a minute or so of doing this, Kristen spun around to grab Emma. However in her eagerness her feet slipped out from beneath her and she fell hard onto the tiled floor of the bathroom, cracking the back of her head.

For a few minutes, there was only the sound of the running water. A small pool of blood spread out under Kristen’s’ head but she was silent and still. The thoroughly beaten Emma gradually got her senses back, shaking her head to clear out the cobwebs. It took her another minute or so before she looked over in Kristen’s direction and started to figure out what had happened…and what an opportunity now presented itself to her.

Emma couldn’t believe her luck. But, lucky or not, she was going to take full advantage now. She crawled over to Kristen and dropped her body over Stewart’s prone body. She wrapped one arm behind Kristen’s lower back and lifted her up a little, exposing her toned stomach. Emma then slowly, methodically started firing brutal punches deep into the pit of Kristen’s tummy. This was her go-to move when fighting Kristen, but she rarely had a chance to get off so many shots unchallenged. Kristen woke up, gasping in pain, after the first shot but she was too dizzy to defend herself. Emma’s fists kept pounding into her abs, draining more and more of the fight out of her. Kristen’s eyes started to water and her body writhed. She tried to twist to her side to protect herself and Emma had her in a full body pin and wouldn’t let her escape.

Finally after almost 10 minutes of this belly torture, Emma relented, gasping in fatigue after so much punching. Between the blow to the back of her skull and the stomach punching though, Kristen was in much worse shape now.

Emma grabbed Kristen by her long hair and dragged her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She propped Kristen up against the side of the bed and then positioned herself so then was sitting in front of Kristen.

Emma whispered in Kristen’s ear: “I saw how much you liked this last time, so I thought I’d give you a second helping.”

She then wrapped her arms around the back of Kristen’s head and pulled the American’s face deep into her cleavage. After such a long fight, Emma was sweaty and overheated. All that body heat was now transferred into the already hot Kristen as she was trapped in the breast smother. Emma’s tits were not especially big but they seemed to be the perfect size to suffocate Kristen’s face.

In short order Kristen started bucking frantically and pushing at Emma’s shoulders, trying to free herself. She was naturally claustrophobic and nothing drove her as crazy as being trapped in a breast smother. Emma knew this after their previous fights and relished every moment, knowing how much this hold caused anguish to Kristen.

She rode out Kristen’s bucking, being sure to keep the seal of her breast smother applied firmly the entire time. Eventually Kristen’s movements started dying down. This was Emma’s favourite part of a match: ragdoll time. Kristen’s arms flopped down to her sides, her knees s dropped and her legs splayed out. Emma just kept feeding her tit though. She started moving Kristen’s head back and forth in small semi-circles, finding new ways to push her tits tighter and tighter against Kristen’s face.

Finally, after a long time, and with a flourish she peeled her tits off Kristen’s red and sticky face.

“Ha! Everyone get a look at this!” said a triumphant Emma, grabbing Kristen by the hair and turning her face to the closest camera. “This bitch is KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!”

This was Emma’s moment of triumph and she was basking in it.

She wasn’t done though.

Using a handful of hair, Emma turned Kristen around and dragged her onto the bed. Half of her body was flat on the bed, stomach first. Her butt and legs were hanging off the side of the bed.

Emma then stepped out of the room briefly. When she came back it was with a large, black dildo.

“This was always how it was going to end between us Kristen,’ said Emma ominously. “You wanted to do this to me last time but now the shoe’s on the other foot, isn’t it?”

The unconscious Kristen was unable to respond.

Instead of using the dildo though, Emma leaned herself over the prone Kristen and then slipped two fingers underneath Kristen’s panties and inside her. Emma started slowly….working her digits in and out…in and out….until the unconscious Kristen slowly started to come to. Stewart was unable to do anything though. She was too beaten up and exhausted. Emma started picking up the pace. As her fingers did their magic work, Emma started rubbing her crouch up against Kristen’s ass, tribbing her. The groggy Kristen was slowly realizing what was happening to her but could do nothing about it. And her body started getting more and more responsive, despite her best efforts to resist, as Emma’s finger fucking started getting more and more intense.

Kristen started moaning despite herself, her hips moving up and down and Emma expertly built her up to a shattering climax. Emma used her free arm to wrap around Kristen’s slim waist and pull her towards her from behind. Emma’s eyes were closed tightly as hands clenched tightly into fists.

“Oh God!”

“Oh God!”

“Oh God!” she moaned.

Finally Emma, slipped in another finger and this burst the dams, Kristen came and she breathed out a sigh of relief and exhaustion.

“That’s right Kristen. That’s right. Now tell everyone you’re my bitch, commanded Emma.

“I’m...I’m your bitch,” said a thoroughly exhausted Kristen, just trying to get Emma to go away.

“now, tell everyone, that I’m the better woman.” Ordered Emma.

….no…” whispered Kristen.

“What was that?” said a furious Emma.

“No.” said Kristen unconvincingly.

“Alright, you asked for it,” said Emma. Then then ripped off Kristen’s panties before grabbing the dildo and ramming it up Kristen’s ass.

“OHHHH!!!” Kristen screamed, her eyes opening wide.

Just like with the finger fuck, Emma took her time, working the shaft in and out of Kristen and building her up, slowly, inevitably to another climax.

Inevitably it arrived and Kristen came all over the sheets again.

An utterly exhausted Kristen was completely helpless now as Emma flipped her onto her back. Emma plopped herself onto Kristen’s stomach. She graped Stewart’s wrists and pressed her face against Kristen’s so they were nose to nose.

“Now. Tell everyone…WHO. IS. THE. BETTER. WOMAN?” said Emma.

“…y-you are…you are…” said a broken Kristen.

“Whoo-hooo!” exalted Emma. This was the moment she had waited for years. Not just beating Kristen physically but breaking her spirit and humiliating her

In the enthusiasm of her victory, Emma grabbed the dildo again and started smashing it into Kristen’s head or slapping her across the face with it, over and over.

After repeated head shots, Kristen was knocked out again.

Emma looked a little sheepish when she realized what she had done.”

“Whoops!” said Emma, before smiling at the camera and winking at the home audience.

[Jackflash Jump]

Sophie Reade vs Katy Perry



It was dubbed the "Juggernauts Series", pitting the most endowed members of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance against one another, with their "jugs" being primary weapons...and targets.

English bombshell Sophie and American Katy had been battling to a comparative standstill for some fifteen minutes as they employed standard wrestling moves.  Now, as both grew frustrated, they decided to put their 'girls' to work.  Each bounded off of the ropes on opposite sides of the ring and raced toward one another, colliding in mid-ring with a loud, wet smack as sweat-soaked flesh and fabric slammed together.  Both were momentarily dazed by the impact as they stumbled backward, but neither fell.  Undaunted, they each dashed toward the cables about, ricocheting off of them, and once more collided chest to chest in center ring, with the same result.

Neither willing to accept a stalemate, they once again threw themselves against the strands, building up as much momentum as they could.  When they came together it was with the force of two wrecking balls smashing together.

This time, it was Katy who was sent sailing back to the canvas, stunned, a look of shocked disbelief on her face..  A smile of triumph across her lips, Sophie cupped her 30K cupped breasts and let out am Amazonian whoop.  She then hair hauled Perry up to her feet and Irish whipped her into a corner; arms slung over the top ropes on either side of her, Katy's limp body hung there.  Sophie charged her, delivering a body splash that hammered the wind from the American's lungs.  "Time to finish those little thrupney bits of yours off, luv," the Brit sneered.  Reade then began slamming her breasts into her opponent's, tears filling Katy's eyes as her 32DDs were painfully pancaked again and again by her adversary's own orbs.  The punishment soon drove the brunette into a stupor, and she offered scant resistance as Sophie pulled her out of the corner by her hair and snapmared her to the mat.

Sitting in a straddle atop her foe in a schoolgirl pin, the buxom blonde delivered the coup de grâce:  she lowered her breasts down upon Katy's face, their mutual sweat forming an airtight seal as Perry's mouth and nose were enveloped withing the fleshy cage.  A chorus of "Jug her out!  Jug her out!" arose from the crowd.  The hapless battler squirmed in panic beneath her tormentor, but was too weak to make an escape.  Her senses reeled as she was cut off from oxygen, and quickly enough everything when black and her whole body lay there motionless.  Victorious, Sophie climbed up off of her beaten opponent, but not before untying and removing the slumbering Katy's bikini top.  Holding the garment aloft as her trophy, Reade planted a boot upon the bruised and battered breasts of the conquered vixen and proclaimed "I am the Juggernaut Queen of the HWA!"

[Savant]

Max (Kat Dennings) vs. Penny (Kaley Cuoco)


Max swayed dizzily on her feet, her eyelids rolling back in her head. Penny had jumped on her back and secured a ridiculously tight sleeper-hold around her neck. In addition to the blood supply to her brain being cut off, carrying Penny’s weight further destabilized the New Yorker. Penny’s slim arms were the perfect size to fit tightly around Max’s long neck and she had excellent technique. Some fighters looped a sleeper on loosely but Penny knew the secret to an effective sleeper-hold was to clamp it as strongly as possible, leaving no wiggle room.



Max stumbled some more, her arms reaching out trying to find something to hang onto but finding nothing but air. A happy Penny just stayed attached to her rival like a backpack and waited for the inevitable.



The two young women had been fighting in the backyard of Penny’s home for close to half an hour. They were evenly matched and the fight had gone back and forth, as was often the case between the two long-time rivals. They were both dressed in one-piece swim suits – black for Max, green for Penny – that were cut high at the hip to emphasize their long, lovely legs and their trim, athletic bodies.



After a couple of minutes of Penny piggybacking on her, Max finally tumbled onto all fours, collapsed by the sleeper. Penny straddled Max’s hips but, leaning over, kept the sleeper on as securely as ever. Penny had dreamed for years about getting this hold on Max as tightly she had it now and she wasn’t about to give the brunette a break. Max pulled at the forearm biting into her neck but Penny’s long, lean body was surprisingly muscular and she couldn’t be budged. A line of saliva involuntarily drooled out of the corner of Max’s lips. Penny’s sleeper was so tight that the brunette couldn’t even swallow. She sent one hand back, blindly searching for something, anything - Penny’s eyes or a handful of hair – that she could attack and use to free herself from the sleeper….but Penny was cagey and she kept her head largely out of reach. She knew the match was coming to a climax.



Max’s arms then collapsed under her and she flopped flat onto the grass. Penny wiggled up a little so that she had better leverage but remained glued onto Max’s back. The blonde leaned over and whispered in Max’s ear: “Give up….give up….there’s no way out, loser…you’re finished….come on, just give up, loser…”



Max’s pride kicked in and, snarling, she bucked up trying to throw off Penny but the blonde had anticipated this and just rode it out. She then started flexing the arm that was pressing against Max’s carotid artery.



“Oh….” Max sighed. This was too much. Her eyes finally shut, her legs and arms stopped flailing and went limp, while drool continued dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. A delighted Penny noted the last fight draining out of Max but, instead of relenting, she further tightened the sleeper. She wanted to make sure her rival was really out and would be making no comebacks. Periodically she would shake Max’s head back-and-forth like a dog tearing at a bone.



Finally, just when she was on the verge of causing permanent brain damage to her foe, Penny released her killer hold with a flourish and let Max’s head crash onto the grass.



“Whooooooooo!!!! What an ass-kicking! What a rush!" Penny exulted. For several minutes, the blonde just lolled on the grass, admiring her work: a completely destroyed Max. She ran her hands up and down the unconscious Max’s legs, her firm behind, her arms. She lifted up Max’s head and displayed her open, gaping mouth and closed eyes.



Finally, after a couple of minutes of this, Penny stepped away. She came back shortly with a burlap rope. She used it to tie up Max’s hands behind her. She then grabbed the brunette by the hair and dragged her up to her feet. She marched her prey over to a nearby hot tub and threw her into the water, before climbing in after her.



Even with the shock of water, Max remained fuzzy-head and groggy after such a long time in the sleeper hold. She could not defend herself as Penny crowded her into one corner of the hot tub. Penny pressed her body against Max, showing her dominance. The hot tub water and close body contact quickly overheated Max. She started perspiring heavily and getting even more light-headed. Penny periodically fired upper cuts into her chin to keep her discombobulated.



Penny then leaned over and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. She worked up a lather of soap and rubbed it in Max’s long, brown hair. She took her time and washed Max’s hair. She periodically pulled Max’s hair, making her face wince in pain. She rubbed the soap on the brunette’s eyes and forced the shampoo bottle in her mouth. She had always found the brunette’s tresses one of her sexier features and it excited Penny to wash her hair like this. It also showed her complete control over the New Yorker. A baffled Max could do nothing as Penny humiliated her in this way.



After several more minutes of hair washing, Penny went back to pain over pleasure and wrapped up Max in a front bear hug. The brunette felt her ribs almost breaking as the blonde squeezed her like a tube of toothpaste.



“Oh! Ungh….oh God…” Max gasped as the crushing pressure drained any remaining strength out of her. She wiggled trying to free her tied up hands but these efforts quickly subsided as the bearhug once again brought her to the brink of unconsciousness.



The last thing she saw before slipping under was Penny’s smiling, malicious face.



“When had the blonde gotten so good?” wondered Max. “How did she get so strong?”

[Jackflash Jump]

Michelle Trachtenberg vs Brittany Snow



All those present could feel the atmosphere in the room change in an instant.  It was the pre-match socializing, as the elite spectators mingled over cocktails.  By tradition, the combatants would be escorted immediately to their assigned bedroom, where they would prepare and await the summons for the match.  However Brittany, ever the iconoclast, insisted on joined the assembled and enjoying a glass of champagne.  She could feel the eyes of the spectators upon her, worshiping her, and she reveled in it.

It was then that Michelle arrived.  She instantly caught sight of her rival, and the daggers they glared at one another across the room were very nearly visible.  The brunette said nothing as she approached Snow, a supremely confident smirk on her face.  She put some extra sashay in her hips, and the sight of her vaunted derriere passing by stole the thunder from the blonde.  She walked right up to Brittany.



The blonde smirked right back and purred with a scornful laugh, "Oh, you want to play now?"  She took a step forward, and the two arch-rivals were very nearly nose to nose, fingers curling in preparation for hairpulling.



Realizing the fight was quite likely on the verge of erupting prematurely, the match ombudsman stepped between them.  "Let's save it for the actual battle, ladies," he admonished them.  He then politely asked that two gentlemen accept the honor of escorting the pair to their assigned rooms.  Once that was accomplished, an electric buzz ran through the room.  This promised to be a rousing clash between two beauties who shared genuine hostility for one another.  The appointed time of the match couldn't come fast enough.

***

The match that followed was everything it promised to be, and more.  Each at the peak of her skill, Brittany and Michelle waged a magnificent battle that often proved brilliant.  Not only are both highly skilled grapplers, but they are both rightly considered to be among the finest tacticians in celebrity catfighting.  No move was random; each was employed as part of a grand strategy...an overall plan to not merely defeat the other, but to prove the winner's absolutely supremacy over her hated nemesis.  Only the supreme endurance of both Trachtenberg and Snow, coupled with their steely determination to never submit to the other, kept them fighting long past the point of sheer physical exhaustion.

But after a long and grueling stalemate, the advantage in the last few minutes had clearly been in Michelle's favor.  At the rate this was going, it was becoming clear that victory was within the brunette's grasp.

That is, until a distressed Brittany, driven to her knees before her opponent, put everything she had behind a forearm smash up between Michelle's legs.  The brunette's eyes went as wide as saucers and her cheeks sucked in as her lips curled into an anguished 'O'.  The impact drove her up to tip toes, and she then staggered backward, hands cupping her throbbing groin.  Trachtenberg had made the fatal mistake of allowing herself to grow over-confident, and that left her open to such a desperation act, for which she now paid the painful price.

With the tide now turned her way, Snow wasted no time in pressing her advantage.  A couple of sharp slaps to the face left Michelle glassy eyed, and she put up scant resistance as Brittany snared her in an abdominal stretch.  Trachtenberg mewled  as her glistening, nubile body was torqued to an agonizing degree...and her whining was quickly joined by caterwauls as Snow used her free hand to clamp a clawhold over her rival's already sore womanhood, viciously squeezing it as the brunette screamed her throat raw.  Had she opted to keep her dual holds in place, the blonde might very well have drawn a surrender from her foe, or perhaps most likely driven her unconscious from pain and exhaustion.  But Snow came into this match knowing precisely how she wanted to defeat Trachtenberg, and now her moment had come to fulfill her vision.

Suddenly releasing the stretch/claw combo, Brittany sneered as Michelle let out a loud sigh of relief and she crumbled to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut.  The brunette lay on her back, eyes glazed as she stared in a daze at the ceiling, pert breasts rising and falling as her lungs gasped to fill themselves with air.  The blonde sat down upon Trachtenberg's chest, her back to her victim's head.  The spectators leaned forward in their seats, suddenly realizing what Brittany had in mind: to finish off Michelle with her own fabled finisher, the facesit smother!  What could be more humiliating than to be defeated by your own finishing move?

Brittany wriggled her hips, sliding herself backward until her rear end settled down over her rival's face.  Engulfed in darkness, suddenly unable to breath, panic filled Michelle's mind and she thrashed like a wild animal beneath her tormentor, but she lacked the raw strength to escape, and all her frenzied writhing was accomplishing was to exhaust her even more swiftly.  Pushing past her panic, the brunette realized that she had but one slim chance of escape, and it would take expert timing and skill.

Seated atop her adversary, Snow couldn't suppress a wide smile of delight, certain of victory.  Seeing Trachtenberg suddenly cease her thrashing, Brittany believed the final moment was at hand.  She turned her head to look back over her shoulder to verbally taunt her rival...and thus never saw Michelle's right leg flash up, her shin smashing heavily into the side of the blonde's head.  The blow left Brittany momentarily stunned and she swayed atop her foe, who next brought both legs up and, working blindly, managed to deftly snare the blonde around the head.  An instant later Michelle pulled her legs downward, jerking Brittany forward and slamming her face into the floor.  And just like that, the tide had once more turned.

Trachtenberg was running on her last dregs of power, and it was all she could do to roll Snow over and onto her back, and then to crawl on top of her.  "This is how it's done," the brunette rasped as she now sat her own derriere down upon her enemy's sweat-soaked face.  Now it was Brittany's turn to squirm to no avail.  Frantic for release, she tried to repeat Trachtenberg's own method of escape, but expecting this, the brunette managed to catch the limb as it swung up toward her and, holding it with her left hand, she pistoned her right fist into the triangle of bikini fabric covering Snow's groin.  "Let's see how you like it!" Trachtenberg growled with no small amount of satisfaction, as her own groin still ached from the punishment it had suffered.  The blow caused Brittany to give a yowl of pain, muffled beneath her opponent's encompassing butt, which cost the blonde the last of her precious oxygen supply.  Within moments, her body went limp as she slipped into the inky embrace of unconsciousness.

All she wanted to do was collapse and go to sleep herself, but slowly, with supreme effort, Michelle managed to rouse herself.  Awkwardly climbing to her feet...her knees buckling a few times before her trembling legs could support her, colt-like...she placed a foot upon her the heaving chest of her beaten nemesis and raised her right arm, as the room erupted with cheers from the awe-struck spectators.

[buckylarson]

Hey there, long time watcher, first time poster. I've seen this thread host themes for the stories from time to time. I was wondering if anyone would be interested in doing an oil wrestling them for a bunch of stories. Oil matches are my favorite kind an unfortunately there don't seem to be a lot on the site. Thanks much.

[griffin]

Nice move by Michelle Trachtenberg to come back and win the fight. Looked like Brittany had her beaten. Enjoyed the story.

Michelle looks so adorable in that last image 

[Jackflash Jump]

Nice move by Michelle Trachtenberg to come back and win the fight. Looked like Brittany had her beaten. Enjoyed the story.

Michelle looks so adorable in that last image 

I'm really glad that you liked it.  And she does look adorable, doesn't she? 

[Xtra164]

Another amazing story Jackflash! You're seriously such a great writer and I think I can speak for everyone else here when I say that your content never disappoints in the slightest! Love the victorious and lovable Michelle coming out on top against Brittany who plays a great loser after letting the match get away from her at the very end!

FLASHBACK 2004: Elisha Cuthbert vs. Rachel Bilson




Two upstart hotties + one starring role = a classic catfight!

Such was the scene back in 2004 when both Elisha and Rachel, friendly acquaintances with each other previously, were new on the big stage of Hollywood and now found themselves in direct conflict with each other over the leading role in the upcoming raunchy teen comedy The Girl Next Door. The vibe between the two catty babes quickly grew ice cold, pleasantries and manners replaced with thinly-veiled barbs and passive-aggressive swipes, and that was even before they both met face to face in front of the entire cast and crew of the movie on the bedroom set with both girls dressed in ultra sexy and skimpy pajamas finally having enough of holding themselves back and hoping to prove to everyone, most of all the director of the film, who should be the leading lady!

Rachel actually started the fight when she pushed a shocked Elisha off the bed but Bilson would quickly realized that she had bit off way more than she could chew against her blonde rival! Cuthbert came back with a vengeance against her petite brunette and, knowing that Rachel already had a reputation around the catfighting world as being nothing more than a jobber, Elisha let go of all restraint she previously worked hard to maintain and proceeded to whip the tiny and puny Bilson around the set like a playdoll! The cast, crew and studio workers watched in mounting amazement and arousal while Elisha quickly made short work of Rachel's previously snarky and sassy attitude and eventually taking a comfortable seat on Bilson's back who was moaning on her stomach atop the fluffy bed in the center of the set. The blonde clamped both hands under Rachel's chin and yanked her upper body way back locking in a devastating camel clutch hold that had Bilson's weeping face looking right back at all the spectators watching this spectacular display of domination! Rachel pathetically began to beg and plead; frantically apologizing and completely surrendering the starring role to Elisha! Cuthbert released the hold letting Rachel's cover her face on the bed in shame as she posed triumphantly atop her broken opponent but she wasn't quite finished with the humiliation just yet.

Elisha swiveled herself sitting on the edge of the bed and threw the horrified Rachel over her lap in a classic spanking position! The crying loser could only look back over her shoulder with wide eyes as she felt Elisha use one of her hands to grip her dainty pink panties yanking them up her back for a wedgie with the other hand cocked high in the air and slapping down on Bilson's pale jiggling asscheek for the first of many disciplinary spanks by the victorious blonde. Rachel kicked her legs and flailed her arms as she was held over the lap of her tormenter getting her perky little tush tanned red looking and sounding like a punished child! As Elisha continued the spanking, the director walked over and gave Elisha the contract for the role with the sobbing and mortified Rachel still over her lap! Elisha slapped the contract right on one of Bilson's abused cheeks and signed the contract right there and, in an amazingly humiliating turn of events for poor Rachel, the pen that Elisha used to sign actually bled through the paper so that when she handed the contract back to the director, Elisha's signature was actually written across Bilson's booty! Everyone got a great laugh from this unprecedented turn of events but nobody more than Elisha who gleamed with delight at inadvertently branding Rachel without even trying to!

As Elisha continued the spanking on Rachel's beaten and branded backside, the director with contract in hand walked over the camera operator amongst the crew still watching this domination unfold and asked in his ear "You got all this on camera, right??" to which the camera man responded with a slight nod of the head. And while this footage of Cuthbert completely owning Bilson has still not seen the light of day yet, rumor has it that it still exists somewhere and may still be uncovered one day!

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Oil Wrestling:  Jennifer Lawrence vs Neelam Gill



When Jennifer was first told she would be facing Neelam, she said, "Who's that?"  Informed that her opponent was a British model on Indian descent, the blonde was unconcerned.  After all, how much of a threat could she be?  Lawrence also didn't give it a second thought when informed that Gill had requested it be an oil wrestling match.  True, Jennifer had never fought in oil before, but how hard could it me, she reckoned.  Her confidence lever going into the match, to say the least, was towering.

It was probably less than a minute into the match before the blonde ruefully admitted to herself, "I've made a big mistake!"  Completely slathered in baby oil and battling in a large inflatable pool with plastic lining, Jennifer instantly discovered that it was impossible to remain standing, as her feet could find no purchase on the slippery surface.  Even staying upright on her knees was capable only with great effort, as her legs kept sliding wider and wider beneath her.  Worse still, Neelam seemed to have no difficulty at all navigating around the pit, gliding on her hands and knees like a skater on ice.

More frustrating still for the American was her discovery that that oil covering both of their bodies made it nigh-impossible to get a firm grip on her opponent, or to apply virtually any hold.  Almost without seeming effort, the exotic Brit managed to slip free of every effort the blonde made to try and trap her.  At best, Jennifer's only success came with hairpulling, but Neelam was able to match her at that, resulting in stalemate.

After only ten minutes, Lawrence was utterly exhausted, her arms leaden, her chest heaving as she gulped in air.  Irritatingly, she was certain that her smirking adversary hadn't even broken a sweat, figuratively speaking.  Their statuesque bodies gleamed under the lights of the room, but Gill's was proud and magnificent, while the blonde's was something of a shambling wreck.

At long last, the ebony-haired Brit made her move to finish off her foe.  It wasn't difficult to get the frazzled and debilitated blonde flat on her back, where Gill was able to apply a reverse headscissors; Jennifer's chin was nestled in the cleft of her opponent's butt cheeks, while Neelam used her hands to spread Lawrence's legs painfully wide.  To her immense frustration, Jennifer was unable to slip her head loose despite the oil, so tightly were Gill's powerful thighs clamped around her skull.  Her face, already beat red, darkened further as the agonizing pressure bore down.  Not willing to add the humiliation of being KO'd on top of the embarrassment of her performance in this match, Jennifer's hand began to tap furiously at her oppressor's thigh and she rasped, "Enough...I give up!"

Victory secured, Neelam instantly opened her legs and rolled off of her beaten adversary.  Without any seeming difficulty, she stood up, then placed a foot upon the chest of the American and raised her arms in triumph.  Glaring up at the winner, Jennifer hissed, "How the fuck did you do that?"

"Silly girl," the ethnic Indian said with a smile.  "Don't you know that oil wrestling was invented by the Sikhs?"