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Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg



"DON'T.  YOU.  DARE."

Whoever had put together the guest list for this Hollywood party clearly had not known one very specific rule of event planning:  Never invite Amanda Seyfried and Michelle Trachtenberg to the same soiree.  Their rivalry in the elite celebrity catfighting circuit had escalated into an all-out war that was likely to erupt anywhere.  The instant the two beauties lock eyes across the room, they glared daggers at one another.  The silence was soon broken by catty insults, which rapidly degenerated into snarled and profane threats.  And then, before anyone realized what was happening, the other guests found themselves stepping back to give ample room to the two ladies as they tore into each other.

After a minute or two of hair tearing, the action shifted to slaps to faces and backhand chops to chests.  They toiled in stalemate for several minutes more, each too equally matched to dominate the other, until finally Amanda managed to snare her nemesis with a Standing Dragon Sleeper.  As the blonde bent the struggling Trachtenberg backward at the waist, she smirked and giggled, her eyes scanning the room, watching all of these powerful figures in the entertainment business drinking in the sight of her dominance.

But she would have been wiser to focus her attention on her adversary, for although the brunette was trapped at the moment, she was far from hopeless.  With a blur of motion, up shot Michelle's left leg, perfectly sculpted by years of ballet training.  Her shin smashed perfectly between Seyfried's eyes, leaving those green orbs suddenly glazed and spinning in their sockets as she released her rival and stumbled backward.  Trachtenberg was upright and spun around in an instant, landing a backhanded slap to the blonde's face that cracked loudly throughout the room, and send Seyfriend reeling back several more steps.  The brunette pursued her, roughly shoving her arch-rival's back up against the wall.  Grabbing Seyfried by her blonde locks, Michelle then began banging the back of her head again and again into the wall, cracking the plaster while Amanda's eyes grew glassier still and she punctuated her moans with tiny pained yips with every blow of her skull against the wall.

Still holding the blonde by her hair, Trachtenberg dragged her on stumbling feet to the center of the large room, then stepped behind her opponent.  By sheer coincidence, both actresses were wearing dresses by Louis Vuitton tonight, and although they looked entirely different from one another, just the fact that they shared the same designer was intolerable.  From behind Seyfried, Michelle reached her hands around and grasped tightly the front of her foe's dress.  It was then that Amanda came out of her stupor and intoned in a voice that was equal parts fury and fear, "DON'T.  YOU.  DARE."

"Oh, I think I do dare," the brunette winsomely replied, and suddenly the unmistakable sound of fabric being torn filled the air.  In a flash, the front of Amanda's expensive attire was torn away, leaving her topless.  But if Michelle thought the sudden exposure would humiliate her rival, she had forgotten that Amanda was no prude, and wasn't the least bit reluctant to display her lithe body in all of its glory.  What she objected to was being rendered naked by her hated arch-nemesis.  Rage filled the blonde's eyes, and while Trachtenberg basked in what she believed to be a moment of triumph, she was unprepared for the elbow that was thrown, the bony joint connecting squarely with the side of her head.  And now it was Michelle's turn to be suddenly stunned, and she staggered backward, shaking her head to try and clear the sudden haze.

Seyfried whirled around and lunged at her foe, wrapping her right arm around Michelle's neck for a side headlock.  Amanda then ran forward, pulling the brunette along with her, until they neared the wall.  At the last instant the blonde came to a sudden halt, but as she released her headlock, Michelle had no means of braking, and now it was her head slamming into the wall.  Leaving a fair-sized indentation in the drywall, Trachtenberg flew backward from the impact, landing with a thud on her rear end, eyes half-shut and mouth agape as she sat there badly dazed.  Amanda dropped to one knee behind her, planting her other knee between the brunette's shoulder blades, and Seyfried's fingers slipped into the corners of her victim's mouth, painfully stretching it wide as she pulled her head back.  The embattled brunette shrieked in anguish, her hands flailing haplessly in the air as her legs thrashed on the floor in front of her.

Her eyes glancing to the side, the blonde takes note of the tatters of her decolletage on the carpet beside her.  Suddenly releasing her hold, she scoops up the fabric and wraps it around her rival's slender throat.  Michelle's eyes go wide as she gasps for air, her fingers clutching and tugging uselessly at the improvised garrote that now strangled her.  Such a tactic was frowned upon in a sanctioned catfight, but for this impromptu brawl, no one sought to give voice to their complaints.

Still holding the fabric noose tight around her foe's throat, Amanda used it to pull Michelle up as the blonde stood on her feet.  She then artfully spun around, the cloth still firmly in place, until the beauties were back to back.  Dipping her knees, Seyfried pulled Trachtenberg's body backward over her left shoulder, as the brunette's legs dangled on one side of Seyfried, and her strangled throat was on the other.  Michelle squirmed in agony, her face purpling from lack of air...and then she went limp.  Amanda released the choking fabric to allow her now-unconscious adversary to breath again, and she slowly turned around, showing off her beaten nemesis as Michelle lay like a rag doll over the blonde's shoulder.

Then, letting her foe drop to the floor and land in a heap of twisted limbs,  Amanda removed the remnants of her own dress, methodically removed Michelle's garb and, claiming the designer dress as her "spoils", donned the togs, leaving the insensate brunette clad in only her black lace panties on the mansion's floor.  Throwing back her head with a triumphant laugh, Seyfried happily accepted a proffered glass of champagne and rejoined the party, encouraging the spectators to tell her in great deal how magnificent she was.

[Savant]

Emma Watson vs Kristen Stewart: Shot to the Heart!

As a sweaty Emma Watson was pushed into a corner of the ring and tagged with a lusty right cross to the jaw by Kristen Stewart, the Brit bemoaned her failed plans for revenge against her American arch-enemy.

After their last bout, a devastating squash that ended with Emma being brought to a series of humiliating orgasms, Watson had vowed to get her revenge. She had trained hard and was in peak shape. She watched old videos of past matches she had won against Kristen to boost her confidence.

So far though nothing was working out. Kristen was a beast. She had used her long legs to kick Emma repeatedly, first targeting Watson’s own legs, then sending straight thrusts into the Brit’s tummy. When Emma started sagging, Kristen started sending spinning kicks into her arch-enemy’s face. Enough of these got through to stun Watson and put a wobble in her legs.

Kristen capitalized and started firing left and right crosses, uppercuts and jabs at Watson. Emma covered up as best as she could but was constantly on the defensive. The only redeeming thing was that so far, Kristen had not unleashed any of the devastating submission holds she had used so effectively on Emma last match. No smothers, chokes or STFs so far. However Kristen was softening up her rival in order to do just that.

As Kristen advanced upon Emma in the corner though, the complexion of the match changed in a heartbeat…literally.

Emma saw her coming, planted her legs and with all her remaining strength punched Kristen straight in the heart. The American’s girl’s face went white and she collapsed in Emma’s arms. A heart punch! This is something that Emma had specifically been working on with her trainers. She knew that, properly delivered, a heart punch could knock all the starch out of an opponent.

Kristen pushed herself away from Emma and tried to walk it off, stumbling on suddenly shaky legs. An opportunistic Emma however was not about to let this chance escape. She tacked Kristen from behind, bringing both of them crashing to the mat. Scrambling on top of Kristen, she turned the American around so she was sitting on her. She then lined herself up and sent another punch straight into Kristen’s heart. Then another. Bingo! Kristen was jolted like she had been zapped with a resuscitator.

“HA! Shot through the heart.And you're to blame!” sang a gleeful Emma, channeling Bon Jovi,

A suddenly desperate Kristen slowly squirmed onto her stomach and tried crawling away to get some distance between herself and Emma but the heart punches had left her weak as a kitten.

Emma got to her feet and reaching down grabbed Kristen by a handful of hair. She lifted up the American so she was (barely) standing. Emma nestled up to her and positioned her for a stunner. She wrapped an arm around Kristen’s head before suddenly dropping down to her butt. Kristen’s jaw bounced off Emma’s shoulder, rattling her teeth and sending another jolt of electricity right up Stewart’s spine. Kristen flipped over entirely and lay on her stomach like road kill.

“Whooo!” Emma, exulted, pumping her fist.

She then pulled back her leg before firing a soccer-style kick into the downed Kristen’s face.

“Gunnnggghhhh!” the American cried out as the kick exploded against her jaw.

Stars were spinning around Kristen’s head. How had things changed so quickly? She had been in total control of Emma and all of a sudden she couldn’t think, couldn’t move, she barely knew where she was.

The next thing she knew, Emma had grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her up to a sitting position. Emma sat herself in front of Kristen, she wrapped one arm behind Kristen pulling her in tight, then started firing heavy gut shots into Kristen’s tummy.

“PAK!”

“Oooooffff…”

“PAK!”

“Ungh!”

“PAK!”

“Pfffftttt…”

Emma was lining up her shots carefully, firing her fists as deep and as hard as she could into Kirsten’s stomach, using her belly button as a target. Kristen’s face screwed up in pain as each punch drilled her.

After all the air had been punched out of her, Emma pounced on Kristen, bringing them both crashing back onto the mats. She stuffed her modest but firm breasts into Kristen’s face, smothering her.

“Mmmppppphhhh….nnnnnnnnnnn…” Kristen protested.

“Suck on my tits, dummy!’ Emma taunted her.

Her arms were wrapped around the back of Kristen’s head, keeping her face firmly in place as Emma pushed and pushed and pushed…pressing her breasts as firmly as she could into Kristen’s nose and mouth, not letting her get even a taste of air.

“Go on, dummy, suck on them….lick them…or tap out!” Emma demanded.

A desperate Kristen tried to lift up her hips and squirm her way out of the breast smother but Emma had her full weight on her and she was almost completely wrecked after the multiple heart punches, the stunner and the belly shots in quick succession. Her hips dropped back onto the mat, as she accepted her fate.

A delighted Emma could feel the fight drain out of Stewart and excitedly pressed her advantage. She started shaking Kristen’s head back and forth, like a dog tearing at a bone. But she was always careful not to let Kristen breathe.

A minute went by…then another…

“You’re such a dumb girl, Kristen. You always have that stupid, blank, stoner look on your face. How did you ever beat me? I am your superior in every way. But I guess you’re finding that out now, aren’t you?” teased Emma.

Emma just kept up the smother, even after Kristen’s arms and legs splayed out and she completely limp. Finally she lifted her breasts off Kristen’s face, a wet popping sound was heard as she released the seal.

Emma then grabbed one of Kristen’s legs and pinned her. The ref counted 1-2-3 as the crowd exploded.


(pause)


After several minutes, Kristen shook her head and started gradually waking up from her slumber. She felt pressure, terrible pressure. Slowly she realized that she was lying face down in the middle of the ring , that her hands were tied up tightly behind her and that Emma was thrusting her fingers in and out of her from behind, over and over, bringing her slowly, inevitably to an organism.

“No…no….s-stop…” Kristen whispered.

“Yes! YES! How do YOU like it, K?” hissed Emma, getting her sweet revenge at last.

Emma had peeled down Kristen’s mauve one-piece swimsuit to her waist, exposing Stewart’s breasts. Flashes went off in the audience as the fans documented her humiliation with their devices.

A sweaty Emma continued finger-fucking her arch enemy, bringing her close to a climax…before slowing down and letting her cool off briefly….then speeding up the rhythm again…keeping Kristen on the verge of release for as long as possible, without putting her out of her combined pain and pleasure.

Kristen buried her face in the mat, unsuccessfully trying to hide her shame

Emma would periodically slap Kristen’s ass, showing her ownership of the American before resuming the grinding finger fuck.

Finally she built Kristen to a furious climax.

“Unghhhh…ungghhh….unngghh……oh…oh….GAWWWWWDDDD!” Kristen screamed.

Emma felt satisfaction as her enemy burst into an orgasm.

“Ha! Got you, you dirty slut!” Emma cackled.

Emma stood up and grinded her foot against Kristen’s face, smushing Stewart’s cheek against the mat. Watson basked in the wild applause from the audience.

After a few minutes of posing, Emma lifted Kristen up to her feet. Grabbing her arm from behind in a hammerlock, Emma marched her into the backstage area, where she planned to spend the rest of the night inflicting more torture on her hated rival.

[ernest31]

Yes that was beautiful such an amazing story

[Jackflash Jump]

Penny vs Max:  Mud Match



Always interested in finding new ways to present the hottest, wildest feud in apartment wrestling, the host of the latest confrontation between West Coast blonde Penny and East Coast brunette Max decided to get creatively messy, and put the two battling beauties in a mud pit!

The ferocity between them remained undimmed in this latest chapter of their ongoing war, but the mud was a game changer; as the two naked waitresses sloshed and slid around the pit on their hands and knees, they found it difficult to use many of their usual holds (victims found it easy to slip out of bearhugs and scissors).  What's more, the mud found its way into their eyes, blinding them, and into their mouths and noses, making it difficult to catch their breath.  As a result, the two were on the brink of exhaustion with neither seemingly able to finish the other off.

By now, the two buxom beauties were so covered with mud, it was difficult to tell who was who.  One managed to get behind the other and wrapped her right arm around her rival's throat, intending to choke her out.  But a suddenly elbow to the ribs put a halt to that effort, and a moment later the supposed victim had reached behind herself, grabbed her opponent, and pulled her up across her shoulders.  Now subjected to a crude torture rack, the curvaceous beauty's rasping howls revealed her as Max.  The New Yorker writhed in agony as her lush body was painfully twisted, but she was unable to pull free.

But her thrashings finally left Penny with no choice but to release her.  But even as Max slid down her tormentor's back and landed in the gooey mud, the blonde turned herself around, roughly shoved her nemesis onto her stomach, mounted her back, and began pushing the East Coast battler's face into the mire.  Max's arms flailed as she couldn't breath, but with rapidly slower movements, until both limbs flopped down.  Still holding Max by her mud-soaked hair, Penny yanked her head up, allowing the barely conscious brunette to gulp in precious air.

Victorious, a beaming smile of pearly whites shining out in the midst of her mud-darkened face, Penny scoffingly sneered at her beaten foe, "Let this be a lesson to you...never fight a Nebraska farm girl in the mud!"

[Dario]

The Emma vs Kristen is totally exciting, very well done, many thanks.

[Savant]

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

The Emma vs Kristen is totally exciting, very well done, many thanks.

[Jackflash Jump]

Flashback 1999: Alyson Hannlgan vs Melissa Joan Hart



As befits TV's two most famous witches, this pro-style match was almost magical in its intensity.  The two beauties had raged throughout the ring for the better part of twenty minutes, and now as Alyson and Melissa were both teetering on the precipice of physical exhaustion, they each knew that the next few minutes would tell who would emerge the winner.

At the moment, it appeared that the redhead was on the path to victory, as Hart stood dazed in center ring, and Hannlgan dashed to the ropes, bounded off of them, and rushed back toward her opponent, right arm raised and ready for Russian Sickle clothesline.  But Aly hadn't noticed her supposedly dazed foe ball her right fist, and at the last instant, Melissa ducked under the clothesline even as she threw her right fist up, nailing Hannlgan flush just above her cleavage with the blonde's 'Hart Breaker' heartpunch.  Alyson stopped dead in her tracks, mouth agape and glazed eyes crossing as she struggled to stay upright; that goal was thwarted as Hart pushed her palm to Aly's face and roughly shoved her onto her back.

Everyone in the arena knew what was coming next: the blonde scaled up the nearest turnbuckles, steadying herself on the top ropes, and then launched herself into the air, her body a missile of destruction aimed at that of her adversary, an instant away from delivered an aerial bodysplash that promised to put the redhead away once and for all.

But now it was Hannlgan's turn at unveiling a surprise, as she managed to bring her knees up; Melissa impaled her stomach across the bony joints as she landed, leaving her flat on her back and clutching her belly as she gasped loudly for breath.  The two beauties lay on the canvas for a while, each trying desperately to rally themselves, until finally both struggled up to their knees.  Facing one another, it was Hart who struck first, sinking the fingers of her right hand onto her rival's stomach, pitting one of the most lethal clawholds in the HWA with the fabled 'iron abs' of the redhead.  Aly let out an agonized squeal and seemed paralyzed by pain for several long moments, but then she brought her own right hand up slowly, and then with sudden cobra swiftness jabbed her index and middle finger inside her tormentor's mouth, and pressing her thumb to Hart's jaw while her fingers latched down inside of her mouth, locking on her merciless mandible clawhold.

The pair moaned in pain as one, each struggling to withstand the agony while driving the other into submission.  They remained in this living tableau of anguish for one minute...then two...then three, their bodies swaying and trembling as tears trickled down their cheeks.

Until at last, one beauty could withstand it no longer.  With a loud, pitiful sigh, Melissa's hand fell free from her rival's now-bruised abdomen and her body went limp as she slipped into semi-consciousness and fell to her back.  Aly released her clawhold and covered her opponent for the pin...hedging her bets by grabbing Melissa's suit at the bottom to better hold her in place, in case the blonde attempted to kick out.  But it was an unnecessary precaution, as Hart offered no resistance as the referee slapped the mat for one...two...three!

[Jackflash Jump]

I've just realized we're three and a half years into the 'Finish Her' thread...the first post was in October of 2015.  I guess we all had something to say on the subject, eh?   

[Happyfeet]

What a great thread its been!

[Savant]

Jena Malone vs Aubrey Plaza

A sweaty, exhausted Jena Malone took a right uppercut under the chin, a sharp cracking sound resonating in the sauna – as Aubrey Plaza advanced upon her. The blow sent the blonde Malone reeling backwards until her back hit the wall. A dead-eyed Aubrey – who was on the verge of collapse herself, advanced upon her long-time enemy before driving up her knee into the pit of Jena’s stomach.

“Oooooooooffffffffff!!!” Jena exhaled, her cheeks puffing out, before folding over in two.

A satisfied Aubrey smiled and patted Jena on her damp back, while catching her own breath. She leaned down and whispered in Jena’s ear:

‘That’s right Jena, just a little longer, just a few more blows and you’re all mine,” purred Aubrey.

The two arch enemies had a real hate on for each other. They had been fighting each other for years and the intensity seemed to ratchet up gradually. Jena had pit Aubrey through a table in theier last match and Plaza had required some hospitalization after. Aubrey was not going to let that be the end of it though. That’s what led to this special stipulation match. The two young women were locked into a steamy sauna together and the match would go on until one of them was knocked out cold. Aubrey was dressed in a sexy bikini, Jena in a one piece with a plunging v-shaped opening showing off her cleavage. Both of the women had long, lovely legs that were on full display.

The humid environment of the sauna added an additional degree of difficulty to the match. They were quickly dehydrated and panting. As they beat on each other relentlessly, they got more and more exhausted. The match was very even for the first 30 minutes or so with the rivals exchanging punches, kicks and submission holds but as it wore on Aubrey proved to have a light advantage in conditioning and endurance. A key moment came when the brunette grabbed Aubrey by the hair and pounded her head against the sauna bench, nearly concussing the blonde.

After that Malone was on the defense, weathering a series of punches and kicks until Aubrey tagged her with the right cross and followed up with the knee to the gut.

Aubrey then started slowing the match down. She punched Jena again, dropping her down to her butt propped up against the wall. Aubrey then started thrusting palm strikes into Jena’s stomach over and over. The strikes were like knives in Jena’s belly and she gasped in pain. She grabbed Aubrey by the shoulders, hanging on, but the brunette was getting in a groove now pistoning one strike after another, using the blonde’s belly button as her bull’s-eye.

Finally Jena pooled onto her side, her eyebrows arched in pain. Aubrey snuggled up behind her and roped her arms around Jena’s midsection. Aubrey then started squeezing Jena’s midsection, in a kind of malicious Heimlich maneuver.

“Oh…oh!” Jena gasped in surprise and pain.

Aubrey’s ropey little muscles pulsed as she squeezed and squeezed. She dug her forehead into Jena’s spine, adding to the blonde’s discomfort. She was in heaven now, enjoying every moment of her revenge against Jena.

“Put me through a table, huh? Huh” Aubrey seethed, before sending another squeeze into Jena.

Aubrey then wiggled into a sitting position so she was more comfortable, dragging Jena into her lap but making sure not to release her gut clenching squeeze. The change in position though allowed Jena to fire a back elbow into Aubrey’s chin.

BAM! Nailed her!

The unexpected blow stunned Aubrey and she was defenseless as Jena smashed another back elbow into her chin. Then another, this time into the bridge of the brunette’s nose, breaking it.

Aubrey’s eyes watered in intense pain. She tried to push Jena away but the blonde was not about to release her sudden advantage. She squirmed around so she was facing Aubrey. She then wrapped her arms around the back of Aubrey’s head and plunged the brunette’s face into her sweaty breasts.

Jena’s chest was like a furnace after this long, exhausting match. Aubrey felt like she was on fire as the blonde’s body heat overwhelmed her.

“Nnnnn…..noooo….nooooo…” Aubrey protested, trying to pull at Jena’s in an unsuccessful bid to free herself. Jena just pushed and pushed and pushed though, smushing her tight little tits against Aubrey’s nose and mouth, not letting her get a breath in.

“Funny how momentum can change, huh Aubrey? One minute you're kicking my ass...the next minute you're in a world of darkness, desperate for air,” Jena taunted, a smug smile on her face.

Aubrey screamed in angry protest but it was completely muffled by Jena’s relentless breast smother.

A minute passed…

90 seconds…

Aubrey’s arms dropped to her side, her hands splayed open.

Two minutes…

180 seconds…

Still Jenna kept going. After the beating she had taken in this match, she was going to squeeze every moment of pleasure out of this.

Finally she peeled her breasts off Aubrey’s face. Jena laughed when she saw the results of her smother. Plaza’s face was red, her eyebrows arched, her mouth open, a line of drool dripping from her bottom lip, her wet, stringy hair was plastered to her head.

“Checkmate bitch!” Jena declared triumphantly.

She then grabbed a jump rope she had brought with her into the sauna. She tied Aubrey’s hands tightly behind her, then rolled the sleeping brunette into her back.

Jena then stated methodically attacking Aubrey’s pride and joy, her long, shapely legs. Jena started grinding the point of her elbow into Aubrey’s knee cap, trying to dislocate it. The sharp pain started reviving Aubrey out of her deep slumber but there was nothing she could do with her hands tied. Jena pounded her elbow repeatedly into Aubrey’s kneecap the switched back to a grind.

Aubrey’s’ entire body tensed up in excruciating pain. Uncharacteristically, the brunette, a quintessential tough girl, started sobbing.

Finally, there was a popping sound as Jena succeeded in her goal of dislocating Aubrey’s left kneecap.

Not wasting a minute, she grabbed the brunette’s other leg and started doing the same grinding and pounding on Aubrey’s right kneecap.

Aubrey twisted in agony, biting her bottom lip to try and prevent a scream.

“God….god…stop…Jena…stop Jena….”

“No,” said a hardhearted Jena.

Finally, after another minute or two, there was a scrunching sound as Jena dislocated Aubrey’s other kneecap.

“HA! Busted!” Jena exclaimed in victory.

Any respite that Audrey had was short-lived though as Jean scooted down and grabbed Aubrey in an ankle lock, she stated twisting Aubrey’s ankle, like someone wringing out the moisture from a wet tea towel.

“Unghhhh…” Aubrey grunted, again biting her lip. She buried her face in her hands trying to hide the pain etched in her face.

“Still got a few more joints to work on Aubrey. Shouldn’t have let yourself get jugged out. Hang in there girl. It’s going to be a long night,” said Jena laughing triumphantly.

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Apparently when you delete your profile on FCF, your posts are erased from the board.  To give you a sense of just how much Nicole S contributed to this thread, we've just lost 7 pages worth of postings from here. 

[Golden Goddess]

Hope this is okay for a first time in this thread...? It's a bit more than just a 'finish her', but once I started writing I felt like expanding it into more.



Kim Kardashian vs. Taylor Swift

Neither Kim or Taylor could believe the situation that they were in. Sure, both of them had known they were set for a fight tonight, and they each it was going to be (of all things!) a mud match, but...the two of them had never dreamed they'd up against one another. For Taylor, the announcement had came as something of a shock. Kim outweighed her by a significant margin, and was slightly more experienced with this type of thing. As the bout started, Taylor couldn't deny the soft voice of worry in the back of her mind, the one calling out to her, the one telling her that she wasn't going to stand a chance in this match-up.

For Kim, however? It was like a dream come true.

She would never tell the blonde bitch to her face, but Kim had to give Taylor credit. She had came at the thicker and heavier woman hard and fast, launching herself at Kim the moment the bell rang out. She had gotten in a good number of strong and stiff strikes, throwing a few hard chops to her beautiful breasts, before finally sending a sudden knee into Kim's stomach. At that moment, the undisputed Queen of the Kardashians was doubled over, leaving herself wide open to any sort of follow-up that Taylor would have in store for her.

But Taylor didn't capitalize, and that was her mistake.

She had spent too long playing to the crowd, preening over her early advantage against Kim. If only she had followed through on her attack. If only she hadn't turned away, for that brief, terrible moment. In that moment, that short instant that the blonde pop princess turned from Kim to smirk at the crowd, the darker-haired woman straightened up. Her hands came up, grabbing Taylor by her shoulders from behind, and with one sharp twist of her body to the side, Kim was standing tall over Taylor. The blonde was left lying in the mud, the Kardashian towering over her.

Taylor never got the chance to get back up, not by her own power. Kim swung her foot out, sending a stomp to Taylor's stomach, then a kick to her ribs, then another stomp, straight to the center of Taylor's chest. Poor little Tay-Tay didn't have a chance to fight back. She shrieked, and she tumbled around in the mud, but Kim was there again and again, raining a righteous fury down on her.

Eventually, when Taylor no longer had the energy to keep trying to get away, Kim relented on her attack. She leaned down, bending over towards Taylor (giving the cheering audience a rather nice view of her thick bottom in the process!), and grabbed her by the hair. With a few sharp tugs, Taylor was back on her feet, though it was only Kim's grip on her that was keeping her standing. If the Kardashian had wanted to be nice, she would have tossed Taylor back down and yelled at the referee to end the fight, but...Kim was feeling particularly malicious today.

She released her grip on the pop princess' hair, and while Taylor wavered for an instant, shaking on wobbly legs, she didn't get the chance to go back down. Kim's arms wrapped around her instead, the thicker and more voluptuous woman wrapping them tight around the taller woman, drawing her into an inescapable bearhug against her body. Kim began to squeeze, and Taylor's head rolled back, screams of pain and misery emerging from her lips as the Kardashian's submission was locked in on her. She was trapped, caught in the hold of a woman who (by all accounts) couldn't stand her, and she didn't have a single way to fight back.

Kim, on the other hand, was loving the situation!

She was loving the feeling of having Taylor trapped, practically pinned against her body. She was loving the feeling of the mud that had stuck to the blonde's body rubbing against her skin. She was loving the way her breasts, full and soft and beautiful, were pushing into Taylor's, practically smothering the thinner woman's own set with their greater size and weight. She was loving everything about this, and she couldn't wait for what was sure to come next.

"Submit, bitch!"

The words came from Kim's lips, a stern demand, but to her credit Taylor tried to resist. She tried to hold on, trying to withstand the crushing bearhug, but it was just too much for her to bear. She  tried to wiggle free, thinking the mud would be an asset for that plan, but Kim's arms were wrapped just a little too tight for that. After a moment more of trying to survive, she finally went limp in Kim's arms, her eyes closing as her head rolled to the side, the words practically drooling from her mouth: "I...submit..."

At the sound of Taylor's surrender, the referee called for the bell, and Kim let go of Taylor. The blonde dropped like a rock into the mud, splashing it against Kim, but the dark-haired beauty paid it no mind. She kicked Taylor one more time, forcing her onto her back, and then planted her foot into the center of the woman's chest. Proud of her fairly easy win, Kim raised her arms into the air, standing victoriously over Taylor as the audience erupted into cheers for her.

[Jackflash Jump]

A spectacular introduction to the thread, GG...thank you, and welcome!  I look forward to see more from you. 

Hope this is okay for a first time in this thread...? It's a bit more than just a 'finish her', but once I started writing I felt like expanding it into more.



Kim Kardashian vs. Taylor Swift

[Golden Goddess]

A spectacular introduction to the thread, GG...thank you, and welcome!  I look forward to see more from you. 

Ah! You flatter me. Thank you!

[prettiestmommy93]

Career enders



Lorde vs Kylie Jenner
Kylie had entered the fight supremely confident she would get the win. Walking in wearing a crown on her head and smirking at Lorde who she considered to be just a basic bitch. But now "queen" Kylie was stripped to her panties and was on her knees in front of Lorde who stood behind her. Kylie stared out at the crowd, eyes wide in horror as they actively cheered "Fin-ISh her!" at Lorde. Kylie couldn't believe she had lost to this basic bitch. She was ruined. tears started to stream down her face just as she was about to beg she felt lorde forcefull pull her head back and put her in a dragon sleeper. Kylie struggled for a few minutes, her bra popping off showing everyone in the world her bouncing tits. She pulled at lorde's arm but the young singer growled and pulled harder on kYlie's neck and she smirked as she saw the slut's arms spasm and fall limp as she passed out. Lorde let Kylie flop to the floor, her legs folded under at the knees still. Lorde then kicked Kylie onto her belly and lifted her ass in the air before pulling her panties down around her bronzed thighs. The kylie fans in the crowd looked on in horror as everyone else snapped pictures as lorde posed over their defeated queen. Kylie's billion dollar business went bankrupt a few months later. No one wanted product from a loser.



Tana mongeau Vs Miley Cyrus
Tana was feeling on top of the world as she stood over Miley. She couldnt beleive her good luck in booking a fight against such a famous opponent. All she had to do was win and it would boost her career exponentially. And now she was moments from doing just that. Miley had fought hard and Tana had a few bruises and scratches to show for it but now it was nearly over. Miley was on her back holding her bruised belly and groaning. tana reached down and grabbed a fistful of Miley's hair and pulled her up to her feet. Miley looked into Tana's eyes looking angry but unable to fight back. tana smirked before slamming her fist up into the singers belly over and over. Miley acted tough for as long as she could but after half a dozen punches she started to cry. "OK! UNNGH!! OKAY!" miley managed to get out. Tana responded, "Okay what?" She asked before smaking Miley's belly with another hard punch. "i give! you win!" Miley said. Tana smiled from ear to ear and sent her hardest punch yet to Miley's chin knocking her out. Tana placed her dirty foot on Miley's face and posed for pictures. "Make sure you check my snapchat tonight everyone!"
That night everyone checked tana's snapchat to see tana posing in red lingerie with the caption "thanks for letting me borrow your husband for this snap Miley" followed by a series of emojis. The next snap showed Liam licking Tana's pussy as she moaned in pleasure. Miley was never heard from again, to ashamed to show her face in public.