[Jackflash Jump]

HWA:  Scarlett Johansson vs Hitomi Tanaka



Hitomi managed to reverse the Irish Whip, and thus is was Scarlett who found herself flung into the corner, her spine taking the brunt of the impact with the turnbuckles.  Momentarily stunned, she was unable to dodge out of the way as her opponent raced across the ring, then leapt into the air to deliver a bodysplash.  The crowd is treated to the unusual sight of the blonde's 36C's being very nearly flattened by the twin wrecking balls that are Tanaka's 34O's, the impact causing Scarlett's eyes to go wide as she sharply exhales air from her battered lungs.

Johansson slumps in a daze, held upright only by her arms slung over the top ropes.  In her stilted English, the Japanese battler preens and says, "Awww, did I hurt your little girls, Gaijin?  Here, Hitomi fix!"  And with that she balls her fists and begins to slam punches into the American's globes, each blow sinking deep and drawing a yelp of pain from Johansson.  Ordinarily such a tactic would bring a reprimand from the referee, but the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance hierarchy instructed him to be lenient regarding breast attacks, as this was unofficially billed as the 'Best Chest in the HWA' match.

The brutal battering sapping her strength, Scarlett can offer only scant resistance as her opponent finally ceases her attack, only to monkey flip the blonde out of the corner, send her sailing through the air, and crashing to her back with an anguished moan.  Swiftly scampering up the turnbuckles, Tanaka steadies herself upon the top ropes, then leaps into the air, a curvaceous missile of destruction, and her body come crashing down across the torso of her victim.  The impact causes both wrestlers to bounce into the air, but when they land, Johansson is splayed across the canvas, glazed eyes half-shut, and a grinning Hitomi repositions herself for a schoolgirl pin.  Her hands press down the blonde's limp arms, while her feet push out against Scarlett'e inner thighs, spreading the American's legs.  To add insult to injury, the Asian presses her breasts down over the reddened, sweat-soaked face of her adversary, drawing a muffled moan of fear from the blonde.

The ref drops to his knees and raises his arm to begin the count, but Tanaka commands, "To twenty!"  Complying, the official slaps the mat down to a full twenty as Scarlett feebly squirms beneath her tormentor, utterly devastated and conquered.  With the tolling of the bell, Hitomi climbs up off of her beaten rival and plants a boot down onto Johansson's breasts, while the Japanese beauty cups her own globes to proudly "display" them in victory.

[Golden Goddess]

A quickie from me. Not my best work, but I wanted to get some quick writing in today.



Abigail Ratchford vs. Kelly Brook

Kelly struggled in pain, her eyes closed and her head tilted back, sweat dripping down her body, as Abigail's arms tightened around her waist, squeezing the two women closer and closer to each other. What had began as a accidental verbal sparring on the beach (Kelly really hadn't meant to kick sand onto Abigail as she was sunbathing, honest!) had let to a physical confrontation, and after what had seemed like an eternal struggle between the two women, each of them desperate to bring down the other and put her into her place, it looked like Abigail had finally gotten the better of the older brunette.

Kelly wiggled around in Abigail's bearhug, trying to squirm her way free, but Ratchford's hold was just too tight. Their bikini-clad bodies rubbed against each's other's own, sweat-slick skin sliding against that of the other woman, while each of the brunette's large and heavy breasts shoved up against those of her opponent...and to Kelly, that might have been the most embarrassing part. She had thought her ladies to be the stronger of the two, and they certainly had a size advantage over Abigail's pair, but now that the two of them were so close together, Kelly being held tight by the crushing bearhug, she couldn't deny the strength of Abigail's chest. She couldn't deny that Ratchford's felt perkier and tough, and she couldn't deny that despite her size advantage, Abigail's tits were grinding in against her own, slowly wearing them down. Between that and the feeling of Abigail's arms locked tight around her waist, slowly sapping the energy out of her? Kelly knew she was done for.

She tried to withstand the deadly embrace, trying to stop herself from giving in for just a few more seconds, thinking she could find a way free, but...

"Nng! I...I give up! I SUBMIT! L-LET ME GO, ABIGAIL! LET ME GO!"

She was reluctant at first, but it wasn't long before she was screaming a submission, the sound of which brought a nasty smile to the face of the younger model. In response, Abigail began to lean back, actually lifting Kelly off of her feet, refusing to let her go just yet...but, after a few more long moments of torture, she finally decided to show a shred of mercy. She released her hold, letting go of Kelly, the older brunette immediately collapsing to the sand at Abigail's feet when she did so. Then, she spun on one heel, and began to head off.

Kelly laid there for a moment, then groaned, weakly lifting her head up and watching Abigail leave. To her, that was the ultimate humiliation. There were no mocking words of victory from the younger woman, no victorious posing. Just a clean and simple walking away, abandoning Kelly behind her. Abigail knew that she had won, and had left Kelly broken in the sand, and to her, that was all the satisfaction she had needed. Knowing this, Kelly dropped her head back down, and let out a deep, whimpering sigh. She had been bested, and part of her hoped she would never have such a run-in Abigail again.

[Celebrity Strapon Queen]

Great quick story! Abigail vs Kelly is a fantastic matchup

[Golden Goddess]

Great quick story! Abigail vs Kelly is a fantastic matchup

Thanks!

It's not really my best work, but maybe I'll do a round two sometime and try to make up for it.

[Sandman13]

Kaley was snickering at her busty foe, who was struggling to get on her feet for the third time in the match. Kaley had decked her twice with roundhouse rights then a high kick under her chin had sent Ariel down for a third time.
But even as Kaley laughed at the groggy brunette, she had to admit Ariel was showing more grit than most. Her most recent battle in the apartment fight scene ended very quickly when she dug one hard fist into Aubrey Plaza's stomach, hard enough to make her pass out.
But Ariel was of sterner stuff. When Kaley closed in, planning to finish her off once and for all, Ariel clinched with the blonde and began digging in uppercuts to Kaley's belly and boobs. A few moments of this and the Big Bang Theory star was groaning and trying to retreat from the sudden punishment.
But the younger woman was not to be denied. Hearing Kaley gasping and moaning seemed to give Ariel a second wind. She backed her opponent up against the wall and spent the next two minutes pounding poor Kaley into a sobbing mess. When Ariel finally backed off, Kaley slid slowly to a sitting postion on the floor. Ariel raised Kaley's head by jerking on her blonde locks and stared into her foe's glassy eyes.
"You've just been Winterized, you big wimp!" Ariel sneered at the nearly KO'd Kaley. "Tell the nice people 'goodnight'!" she said as she slammed one last punch to Kaley's jaw. Ariel then took a victory lap as the room of fans applauded.

[NicoleS]

Demi Lovato VS Michelle Trachtenberg



“Gnnnnnnnhhhhh!” The sound echoed through the audience, and it didn’t come from whom most would have expected.

Minutes into the battle, Demi had opted to engage her opponent in a battle of their lower appendages, eager to see what all the fuss was about regarding Michelle Trachtenberg's legs; the latter of whom had always considered her legs to be the best set of gams in the business, and Demi wanted to see firsthand why. She had managed to get the upper hand relatively quick into the match, yanking Trachtenberg’s head back with a vicious tug of brunette hair as she slipped her foot around the Buffy alum’s ankle in order to send her crashing to the mat. Demi followed through with a rough pounce, landing on Michelle’s delicate, but taut body and knocking the breath straight out of the brunette like a deflated balloon.

Demi then used her own strong legs to grapevine the actress’s own; she blew a lone strand of hair from her eyes as she breathed deeply, satisfied with her capture of the taller, older brunette.

“I thought you were tough stuff,” said Lovato airily as she used her arms to pin down Mich’s own to the cold mat. To the shock of the crowd, she was able to subdue Trachtenberg’s ordinarily-dominant legs by flexing her own thighs, tightening the grapevine considerably and forcing a grunt of frustration from her opponent in the process, “It looks like you could use a few more seshes on the ol’ thigh-master, eh, Mich?”

Michelle ignored Demi’s taunting, narrowing her lovely brown eyes as she bucked with all her might, thrusting her pelvis upward as she attempted to bridge some space between herself and Demi. Her wonderful derriere pushed against the floor as she had to put in a greater effort to escape than she had expected. But with Demi’s marble, thick thighs and stage-trained legs snaking around her own, Michelle found herself unable to break free of the ever-grueling hold. Demi flexed her thigh muscles to keep Michelle in place, earning a yelp in the process followed by a few rather-harsh expletives that the film guys would have to censor later. After a few seconds of this, Demi relaxed her grapevine as she let her legs close in once again.

Then Lovato had a devious idea… She began to spread her legs back out again, forcing Michelle’s own legs in turn to also spread. Fearing another grapevine, Michelle arched her back as she attempted to break the hold before Demi could complete it. Much to her horror, as soon as Michelle had lifted her body off the mat, Demi slid a leg beneath Michelle’s waist, locking her brunette opponent into a surprise leg-scissors!

Michelle let out a mighty howl as Demi squeezed her powerful thighs for all she was worth, rivaling Michelle’s own renowned scissors with ease as the former bit down on her lip whilst increasing the pressure. Panicking audibly, Michelle immediately tried to pry Demi’s legs apart, but Demi was hell-bent in keeping her scissors secured. Sweat began to form atop her brow as Demi put every ounce of strength she had into the leg scissors; Michelle soon felt that power as her face began to grow red, from both frustration and asphyxiation as she struggled harder than ever to pry apart Lovato’s steel-corded gams. As minutes went by, the mighty brunette began to show signs of weakening, her energy banks depleting as her straining grew weaker by the second.

“So, Mich, do I win yet?” Demi purred as she rubbed in Michelle’s discomfort, clamping her legs together to force yet another begrudged scream from Trachtenberg’s lips when the brunette failed to answer fast enough, “You’re going to submit to me now, Michelle, or I'mma cave in every rib in your pathetic body. Do I make myself clear?"

Michelle hissed through her teeth, fury showing in her cerulean eyes as her arms continued to pull desperately at the smooth limbs of her oppressor. Each time Michelle tried to wedge apart Demi’s legs, Lovato simply increased the pressure. Michelle would groan louder each time, then slump back to the mat wheezing and gasping for air. Trachtenberg had gone into the fight overconfident, and she, like those who do, ultimately paid the price. “You’re gonna have to knock me the fuck out… bitch… because there’s no way I'll EVER submit to you. So you can kiss my a--UNNNNNGHHHH!” Her words were cut off by a gut-wrenching scream that overpowered even the roar of the crowd.

She didn’t utter another word for the entire night. Arms flailing, Michelle slapped her tormentor’s wicked legs as hard and fast as she could when Demi grew impatient and began to increase her intense squeeze. Soon, Michelle’s pained grunts were replaced with barely-audible whimpers. Demi turned to the crowd next, a smile forming on her lips as she found herself being watched by hundreds of horrified spectators, ones who had just earlier believed the match would be just another night in the ring for the ordinarily-victorious Michelle. In just mere seconds, Michelle was out cold, but not before fearing how big of a hit a loss to this little bitch would have on her formidable reputation.

[Golden Goddess]

It's a possibility. 

[Jackflash Jump]

Max vs Penny



UUHHHFFFF! the brunette grunted as her fist hit nothing but empty air.  Her limbs were so leaden, her movements so sluggish, than even in the blonde's equally exhausted state, she was able to dodge the blow.

Although both beauties, each clad only in identical black thongs, had been pushed to their physical limits and beyond, a wry half-smile came to Penny's lips as she felt one last surge of adrenaline course through her veins, while Max swayed unsteadily on her feet, struggling to not topple over.  "Too slow," the West Coast waitress rasped.  "This is how you do it."  Penny stepped in and delivered a fist to her arch-rival's belly, doubling the East Coaster over with a whoosh of expelled breath.  With Max bent forward at the waist, the blonde grabbed her foe by the hair close to the scalp to keep her standing in place, and Penny then began to piston up her right knee, first slamming it into the brunette's left bare breast, then the right, then the left again, and so on, with Max grunting in pain with every impact.  Finally the California doll drove a knee up between those battered orbs even as she released her hold on her rival's tangled mane.  The force of the blow lifted Max up off of her feet and knocked her backward, sending her crashing to the penthouse floor on her back.  She lay there starfished, lungs sucking in precious air, the sheath of perspiration across her alabaster flesh glistening under the lights.

Bending at the knees, Penny now leapt up into the air, and the elite spectators gasped in shock at their sudden realization of what the blonde intended.  Her body goes up, and then down, and she lands with both feet squarely down on Max's bruised breasts.  The New York battler let out an agonized shriek as her 34DD's were viciously stomped down by the full weight of her nemesis.  With a cheerleader's grace, the blonde split her legs and lowered herself onto the stomach of the brunette, and from her perch began squeezing and slapping Max's maliciously mauled bosom.  Finally she stopped, brushing flaxen hairs away from her deceptively angelic face, and smirking as she looked down at her adversary.  "Tsk!" she says.  "I think I misshaped this one."  She then threw a punch to the dark-haired girl's right breast.  "There, now they're both the same size again...more or less."  With a chuckle, the blonde continued, "Do you know why the boys back in Nebraska called me 'Sugartits'?  It's because these," and with this she cupped her hands beneath her own 34C's and pushed them up, "are perfect, just like candy!  Yours on the other hand," she sneered derisively, "are just a couple of over-stuffed dumplings.  I guess the boys all called you Elsie the Cow, huh?"

Too winded to make any sound other than a gasp, Max nevertheless mouthed the most profane of curses at her taunting rival, her blue eyes darkening with rage.  But Penny paid the empty threats no mind as she concluded, "It's not often you get this close to bosomy perfection.  Here, take a closer look!"  And with that she dropped her body down, her naked breasts encompassing the sweaty face of her foe, drawing muffled whines of protest from the feebly squirming Max.  Soon enough, even those hapless motions cease as the New Yorker is smothered into inky unconsciousness and undisputed defeat.

[Golden Goddess]

Love it, Jack.

That's a match-up I don't think any of us are ever going to tire of.

[Golden Goddess]

This one is dedicated to FCF member Faith.



Beyonce vs. Kim Kardashian

Kim stood into the middle of the mud pit, a dangerous look in her eyes as she stared towards Beyonce, the pop queen standing on the edge of the pit, turned away from her and working over the crowd. Beyonce wasn't taking this fight seriously! Kim had been waiting for what seemed like ages for Beyonce to get into the mud so that they could begin their fight proper, but this bitch was too busy dancing back and forth, trying to hype up the audience! She was dancing! It was like she thought Kim was some kind of a joke, and wasn't going to accept her as a serious challenger!

Well! Kim had plans to change her mind about that!

Beyonce was so distracted by her own actions, too busy playing to the crowd and dancing back and forth along the edge of the pool, that she didn't hear Kim stomping through the mud towards her. She didn't hear the Queen of the Kardashians approaching her from behind, and she certainly didn't realize she was in trouble until it was too late. Kim's hands came up, and snatched Beyonce by her hair. The Queen B let out a shriek, but it was too late to stop Kim. With a single powerful and sharp pull, Kim yanked on Beyonce's luscious locks, forcing her to fall backwards and into the mud pit. The singing sensation let out a shriek as she splashed down into the pit, sending mud everywhere, and she quickly tried to sit up so that she could get back to her feet.

As she began to rise though, Kim stepped in towards her, lifting one of her arms into the arm. She drew back, and then fired, swinging a massive backhand towards Beyonce's face. Naturally, the blow struck, and Beyonce stumbled back for a moment before collapsing back down into the mud again. It was obvious that Kim was pissed, putting her full strength into the strike, and as Beyonce laid there before her, she began to realize her mistake in not taking the Kardashian seriously. For a moment, a brief moment of time, Beyonce wondered if she could play dead. Just lay there in the mud, and hope that Kim would think she was passed out. She would have no such luck though, as Kim leaned down and snatched Beyonce by the hair again, dragging her back up to her feet once more.

Once they were standing, Kim skillfully slid through the mud, getting behind Beyonce. At this point, Kim had fought in enough mud matches that she knew how to move through the stuff, and from Beyonce's sloppy attempt at getting away it was obvious that she still had a lot to learn. When Kim moved behind her, she tried to stumble away, but she looked like she was having trouble keeping her balance, the Queen B obviously unsure of how to handle the pit. Kim watched for a moment, then shook her head. She reached out and grabbed Beyonce again, her hands gripping the singer by the arms and forcefully yanking her back towards herself.

"Excuse me," she began, keeping a hold on Beyonce with one hand while her other arm snaked upwards, sliding around Beyonce's neck. "I don't think I gave you permission to go anywhere, bitch." She held the songstress close, her arm tightening around Beyonce's neck, the gorgeous Kardashian trapping her opponent in a sleeper hold. Beyonce tried to struggle, of course, her hands shooting up to grab at Kim's arm, the mud-soaked singer trying to pull on it, trying to free herself or at least loosen the hold enough that she could slide free. Kim wasn't going to give her that chance, though. Her bicep was bulging, her arm flexed as she held her sleeper hold tight, her other arm wrapped around Beyonce's waist and keeping her held close against her beautiful, curvaceous body.

While Beyonce kept struggling, Kim leaned in, whispering in her ear as the singer flailed about. "A little warning, Bey," she began, a venomous edge to her words. "Next time you step into this ring with me? You had better take me seriously. Next time you treat a fight with me like a joke, I won't go so easy on you..."

If there was any sign of Beyonce understand her, the pop sensation didn't show it. Her eyes were nearly bugging out of her head now, as Kim held the choke, refusing to relent in her submission...and why would she relent? Beyonce's actions were starting to slow, and it was clear that she was just about done. Her hands began to drop away from Kim's bicep, eventually falling to hang uselessly at her sides, and while Kim listened close, she finally heard the words she was waiting for. As her eyes began to flutter shut, Beyonce croaked out her submission.

"I...give up..."

With those words, the songstress finally went limp in Kim's hold. There were no more struggles, no more fighting the dangerous Kardashian. Kim held on for just a moment longer, and then let go of the sleeper hold, letting Beyonce fall to her feet, splashing back into the mud in an unconscious heap.

There was no victorious posing, and no cocky words or taunts from Kim towards Beyonce. She was still pissed off, and wanted to go blow off more steam. Without acknowledging Beyonce's presence even a moment more, Kim turned away, stepping out of the mud pit and making an exit of the arena, leaving her overwhelmed opponent lying alone behind her.

[Savant]

Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson - Pro-Style Match
 
Kristen slowly sank to her knees as Emma’s relentless sleeper hold deprived her of blood to her brain and drained her lithe body of vital energy.
 
“How did she let it get to this point?” Kristen chided herself. She and Emma were longtime rivals. She knew that the sleeperhold was Emma’s go-to move and the blonde knew how to apply it expertly. She had only turned her back on Emma for a few seconds after they had exchanged a long but fruitless collar and elbow tie-up with neither woman able to exert dominance over the other. As soon as Kristen gave up her back though, Emma pounced and looped her arm around Kristen’s throat, while using the other arm to press the brunette’s head down.
 
An excited Emma was bouncing on the balls of her feet, as soon as she got the move on Kristen. She flexed her bicep, putting even more pressure on Kristen’s carotid artery. She licked her lips in anticipation, as she felt Kristen’s legs quiver, then slowly buckle under the grim, unyielding pressure.
 
“That’s it baby…that’s it… go down…” Emma hissed in Kristen’s ear.
 
“Goddamn it…how do I let this skinny, blonde bitch trap me in this hold every time?” Kristen cursed herself. She reached out with her fingertips for the ring ropes. Salvation was just out of reach of her reach.
 
Meanwhile, Emma l-e-e-e-e-eaned into the sleeper hold, pressing her body onto Kristena’s back. The two women were wrestling in one piece swimsuits, Kristen in black, Emma in green. Kristen’s had a daring backline that plunged almost to the top of her ass, exposing her back. The pressure from Emma folded her in two like an accordion, squeezing oxygen out of her lungs. She started seeing spots.

“Almost there….almost there…” said Emma, excitedly.
 
Just then she got Kristen’s thumb in her right eye.
 
“Gagghhh!” Emma exclaimed, breaking the hold to clutch at her eye. A desperate Kristen heaved in great lungful’s of air and shook her head to clear the spots after the draining sleeperhold.

****

Later…
 
The shoe was on the other foot now as the crowd shouted “Whoooooo!!!” every time Kristen launched another knife-edge chop into Emma’s chest. The blonde had been backed into a corner of the ring and her chest was now bright red after the brunette had smashed about a dozen stinging chops into Emma’s breasts. The blonde’s eyes watered with pain.
 
Finally Kristen pushed her fully into the corner, grabbed her arm by one wrist, before catapulting her into the opposite corner of the ring with an Irish whip. Emma was launched so violently into the corner that she staggered back a few wobbly steps and it looked like she might collapse. Before she could do so through a lightning quick Kristen slammed into her with a running drop kick, launching he blonde into the corner, where the back of her head hit the ring post before she dropped onto her ass.
 
Now it was time for Kristen to inflict some long, lingering torture.  She sat down in front of the downed Emma and placed her bare feet over the blonde’s dazed face. Kristen used the power of her long, toned legs and tried to push Emma’s head right through the ring post. Her feet covered the blonde’s nose and mouth, depriving Emma of oxygen and mushing her facial features. Meanwhile, Kristen had a tight grip on each of Emma’s wrists to keep her pinned down.
 
“Mmmmmffff…mmmmfffff….” Emma protested at the lack of air, stamping her feet.
 
“Do you give Emma? Give?” the ref asked.
 
“Yeah, do you give up Emma? Do you admit I’m your superior?” laughed a triumphant Kristen.
 
“Mmmmm….ffffflkkkkk uuuuuu…mmmpphhhh…” shouted Emma as best she could with Kristen’s feet in her face.
 
Despite the blonde’s bravado though, she knew she was in desperate straits. If Kristen wasn’t holding both of her wrists, she might have tapped out.
 
Luckily for her though, one of her girlfriends who had accompanied her to the ring distracted the ref, while a second friend grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her out of the ring, rescuing her from Kristen.
 
The furious brunette protested at the top of her lungs but the hapless referee hadn’t seen anything and could not help her. The pro-Kristen crowd booed lustily.
 
Finally though Kristen stopped protesting and followed Emma outside the ring. A desperate Emma, not ready to resume the fight, rolled under the ring! A furious Kristen crawled in after her, determined to get her hands back on the blonde and end this match.

****

For several minutes after the two rivals had slipped under the ring apron, the only thing that could be made up was the sound of cursing and crashing coming from underneath the ring.
 
Finally, Emma emerged from underneath the apron, dragging Kristen with her. A piece of black, rubber hose was wrapped tightly around the brunette’s throat. Her eyes were bulging and he tongue was sticking out as Emma choked her with the weapon.
 
“Come on bitch. Not…finished...with…you…yet…” Emma said through gritted teeth as she dragged her rival onto her feet but pressed her against the ring, pinning her. Emma was nose to nose with the gasping Kristen, who was desperately trying to pull the rubber noose from around her neck. Emma smiled as she saw the look of panic in her rival’s eyes.
 
The blonde granted a reprieve to germ victim though as she released the stranglehold to roll Kristen back in the ring. Emma followed close behind though. She then looped an arm around Kristen’s neck and lifted her back up to her feet. She marched her into the center of the ring before abruptly falling to her butt, SLAMMING Kristen’s forehead into the mat with a devastating DDT.
 
A thoroughly dazed Kristen rolled on the mat, clutching at her injured skull, before Emma once again trapped her in a headlock, dragged her up into a standing position before DRILLING her with a second DDT!
 
Kristen was just road kill at this point but no way would Emma be satisfied with a simple pin.

Instead she laid herself on top of the prone brunette, before re-applying, for the second time in the match, her dreaded sleeperhold. This time any chance Kristen had to escape was non-existent. She was in the middle of the ring, far from the ropes, and she was already barely conscious after the 2 skull-crushing DDTs.
 
Kristen felt Emma’s ropey, muscular arms lock around her throat and the back of her head again. It was becoming a sickeningly familiar feeling. Emma’s weight was pressing on her, pinning her on the mat. She felt the blonde’s hot breath blowing in her ear as she insulted Kristen:
 
“Loser.”
 
“Idiot”.
 
“You’re nothing compared to me, nothing!”
 
“Stupid loser.”
 
And on it went…
 
Emma’s arms, were strong, so strong…biting into her throat…simultaneously cutting off oxygen and blood flow to her brain.
 
Emma’s blonde hair obscured the view though so the ref could not see if it was a choke or a sleeper.
 
Kristen’s hand hovered tentatively off the map, about to tap out. Emma saw it though and started shaking Kristen back and forth, further discombulating her. After the shaking, Kristen could not even manage the coordination involved for a tap out.
 
She felt sick…lost…alone. Her throat parched. She started seeing black spots again. Her arm dropped to the canvas. A line of drool started seeping out of her mouth.
 
An ecstatic Emma just kept whispering insults at her, crushing not only her body but her spirit.
 
Finally the ref saw enough and lifted Kristen’s arm once.
 
It drooped limp to the mat.
 
A second time.
 
Again, it fell.
 
Finally, a third time.
 
It fell like a rock. Kristen was in a deep coma.
 
The ref signaled for the bell to ring and ordered Emma to release the sleeperhold on Kristen. She did so only reluctantly after several exhortations from the ref.
 
She then bounced up onto her feet and raised her arms, basking in the boos of the crowd. “Oh shut up,” she said cheerfully, “You’re all just losers like her.”
 
Emma wasn’t quite done yet though. She dragged the prone Kristen into a corner of the ring and propped her up so she was leaning back against the bottom ropes. Emma then positioned herself in front of her enemy and, like Kristen had done to her earlier, pushed her bare feet into Kristen’s face.
 
“Revenge! She exclaimed, laughing.
 
She mashed her feet into Kristen’s pretty face, cutting off her breathing passage and humiliating her at the same time.
 
“How do you like it loser?” asked Emma.
 
Kristen didn’t like it at all but there was very little she could do about it. She was Emma’s limp plaything now and the torture would go on for as long as the blonde wanted.
 

[Dario]

Fantastic work, totally exciting, many thanks.

[NicoleS]

Taylor Swift VS Jennifer Lawrence



The tall blonde moans loudly as she finds the passage of air to her nose and mouth completely restricted. Her legs kick out in spades from beneath Jen, who lies sprawled atop Swift’s body, her well-endowed chest forming an air tight seal over the country singer’s face so as to render Tay incapable of drawing even a single breath. After thrashing like a fish out of water for what seemed like an eternity, Taylor eventually pulls herself free from Jen’s breast smother, which was just nanoseconds away from sending her to dreamland. Sucking in as much air as she can, she grabs Jen’s wrists as the latter tries to strike her, struggling to keep them secured as her thighs swing up in an attempt to pull the actress’s head between them.

Jen refuses to give up so easily, pressing her knee between Swift’s legs as the latter squeaks in pain. The taller blonde fights through the pain as she finally gets Lawrence’s wrists contained with her own, and just in time as her legs finally get a hold of Jen’s head. Taylor locks her ankles together as her thighs encircle Jen’s head… and then she lays down the squeeze of the century.

"How does it feel to be caught between the best thighs in Hollywood?” Taylor hisses into Jen’s ears as Lawrence thrashes in retaliation, grunting and groaning against Taylor’s short shorts as she struggles mightily for release. It pays off somewhat, loosing one free hand which she uses to try and pry apart Taylor’s strong legs, whimpering as Taylor ups the pressure considerably as Jen feels like her head is going to cave in from the power being exerted from the blonde’s steel thighs. But despite her efforts, she can’t make any progress in her attempts as Taylor’s gams refuse to loosen even a fraction of an inch. Jen can feel herself drooling as bits of slobber run down the inside of Taylor’s thighs, as the former fights back tears as she struggles to remain conscious.

But then… it happens! With a Herculean amount of effort, Jen at last manages to pry apart Taylor’s legs long enough to draw in a gulp of breath! With a primal roar that slowly begins to build up in volume, Jen begins to climb to her feet, still fighting her damnedest to keep Taylor’s thighs from clamping shut on her head once again.

With her other hand still being contained by Taylor’s own, the Oscar-winning actress finally reaches her feet as Taylor is lifted with her. Taylor had meanwhile readjusted her legs so they were wrapped around Jen’s midsection, the pressure strong enough to keep Lawrence from prying their bodies apart, whilst Jen instead focused on subduing Taylor’s wrists despite the crushing squeeze of the latter’s thighs. She marches forward towards the wall, throwing her head back with every grueling pulse of the blonde's steely thighs. She continues trying to seize Taylor’s left arm after locking down her right, finally slamming Taylor’s back into the turnbuckle.

Swift’s legs loosen but still the blonde stubbornly refuses to release her prey - the second turnbuckle slam finally detaches her from Lawrence’s torso, as the blonde slumps down to the mat with a loud squeal.Taylor isn’t finished yet and moves to stand up, but Lawrence quickly interjects as she plants her bare foot up against the taller blonde’s neck, keeping her planted against the turnbuckle as Jen towers over her with hands pressed to her hips. Breathing laboriously, her face still red from Taylor’s previous head scissors, Jen’s lips curl into a smirk as she listens to Tay begin to gurgle, her trembling hands going to her throat as she frantically tries to pry Lawrence’s foot from her windpipe.

The crowd begins to boo loudly as Taylor’s statuesque legs flail about helplessly in the air as her eyes begin to swell with water, “You can boo all you want, it’s not gonna save the bitch!” Jen roars back to them, silencing them completely.

She refuses to let off on the pressure as Taylor’s struggles grow weaker, until finally the country girl’s head lulls to the side as her arms fall limp. Jen then flexes her arms in victory as she feels the last remnants of Taylor’s strength fade away as the blonde falls unconscious.

Scarlett Johansson VS Jennifer Lawrence



The crowd knew there was going to be a titfight as soon as the two red-dressed beauties locked eyes. Jennifer stared down her buxom opponent with undisguised envy; while she filled out her dress impressively enough, Johansson was practically bursting the seams of her own gown as her cleavage dwarfed Lawrence’s considerably.

No words were spoken, only a subtle gesture from Lawrence for Scarlett to follow her to the washroom so they could settle their disagreement like women. Jen was thankful she had contained her temper and hadn’t challenged Scarlett right there on the red carpet. To put it bluntly, she was getting her ass handed to her. Her years of experience were rendered moot as the mother of one flung her against every wall of the shower room. They’d both stripped of their dresses prior to the fight, which only made things worse as Johansson’s voluptuous breasts entranced the lesser equipped blonde with every gravity-obeying bounce. As they grappled for another minute or two, Scarlett managed to find an opening in Lawrence’s unusually sloppy offense and managed to ensnare the latter in a bearhug.

Their ample breasts mushroomed against each other as each girl gave it their all. Jennifer gritted her teeth. She knew it wouldn’t be a piece of cake, but her breasts had never faced this much resistance. It disheartened and intimidated her that Scarlett’s juggs were almost twice her size, but she was a staunch believer that size didn’t matter in a titfight. If she could beat a rack this size, her reputation would soar.

Likewise, Scarlett found that Jen’s C cups were offering much more of a fight than she had previously expected. She began to notice, to her great shock, that her infamous globes were actually beginning to lose ground to the younger blonde’s own set - of course, not without a great deal of effort on the latter’s part. ScarJo grit her teeth as her frustration continued to grow, pouring even more pressure on Jennifer's protestant bust; despite being almost two cup sizes smaller than her, the bitch’s tits still refused to surrender! Devising a new plan, Scarlett, still holding Jen in the bearhug, took a step backwards, systematically forcing Jen to follow suit. She then flexed her arms tight as she sacrificed the remainder of her strength into one final squeeze, her massive bust practically engulfing Jen's own beleaguered breasts as she slammed Lawrence up against the wall!

Using the wall for added leverage, Scarlett managed to press her entire body weight against her taller opponent as she used her arms to pin Lawrence’s wrists against the wall tiles, her larger breasts now starting to resist the firm pair of her opponent as Jen’s eyes slowly widened.

Lawrence gritted her teeth as she struggled to keep her foe’s DDs at bay, but there was simply way too much jugg for her to handle. She groaned as she felt Scarlett’s breasts rapidly engulfing her own. So, she did what anyone would do if they found themselves on the brink of defeat. She raised her leg directly between Scarlett’s legs.

“You little bitch!” Scarlett seethed as she clutched her womanhood, stumbling backwards as she fought to remain vertical. With Scarlett temporarily dazed, Jennifer knew she could still prove her breasts were best. She cupped her fabulous breasts before wrestling Scarlett to the ground, using her strong legs to grapevine Johansson’s own and fought to spread them wide.

Scarlett’s eyes widened in shock as she took in Jennifer’s heaving breasts, just inches above her own face. Lawrence bent forward and whispered sultrily: “You might have the bigger bust, but it's nothing more than cosmetic,” Jen growled as she brushed her chest against Scarlett’s face, “and it sure as hell won’t save you from--mmmmmmphhhhhh!"

"You talk too much, sweetheart." Scarlett mused as a smirk crossed her face. As Jen continued to taunt the buxom blonde, Scarlett had used her arms - of which Lawrence had not bothered to pin down - to reach around Jen's head and pull her into her breasts! Jen's eyes went wide as she was locked in a bottomless smother, screaming profanities into Scarlett's large globes as she thrashed around for air. Scarlett laughed haughtily as she continued to sap the fight out of the blonde, laughing as she reprimanded her opponent further: “You really should have held my arms down! Did you really think you were gonna beat me, fucking Scarlett Johansson, in a titfight, you little bitch?”

The blonde continued to squirm haplessly, her face reddening in fury and embarrassment at being conquered in such a humiliating fashion. Finally, her movements ceased. Scarlett rose up and planted a foot upon her fallen opponent's breasts, flexing her arms as she claimed her rightful victory.

[AlyAdmirer]

Demi Lovato VS Michelle Trachtenberg



“Gnnnnnnnhhhhh!” The sound echoed through the audience, and it didn’t come from whom most would have expected.

Minutes into the battle, Demi had opted to engage her opponent in a battle of their lower appendages, eager to see what all the fuss was about regarding Michelle Trachtenberg's legs; the latter of whom had always considered her legs to be the best set of gams in the business, and Demi wanted to see firsthand why. She had managed to get the upper hand relatively quick into the match, yanking Trachtenberg’s head back with a vicious tug of brunette hair as she slipped her foot around the Buffy alum’s ankle in order to send her crashing to the mat. Demi followed through with a rough pounce, landing on Michelle’s delicate, but taut body and knocking the breath straight out of the brunette like a deflated balloon.

Demi then used her own strong legs to grapevine the actress’s own; she blew a lone strand of hair from her eyes as she breathed deeply, satisfied with her capture of the taller, older brunette.

“I thought you were tough stuff,” said Lovato airily as she used her arms to pin down Mich’s own to the cold mat. To the shock of the crowd, she was able to subdue Trachtenberg’s ordinarily-dominant legs by flexing her own thighs, tightening the grapevine considerably and forcing a grunt of frustration from her opponent in the process, “It looks like you could use a few more seshes on the ol’ thigh-master, eh, Mich?”

Michelle ignored Demi’s taunting, narrowing her lovely brown eyes as she bucked with all her might, thrusting her pelvis upward as she attempted to bridge some space between herself and Demi. Her wonderful derriere pushed against the floor as she had to put in a greater effort to escape than she had expected. But with Demi’s marble, thick thighs and stage-trained legs snaking around her own, Michelle found herself unable to break free of the ever-grueling hold. Demi flexed her thigh muscles to keep Michelle in place, earning a yelp in the process followed by a few rather-harsh expletives that the film guys would have to censor later. After a few seconds of this, Demi relaxed her grapevine as she let her legs close in once again.

Then Lovato had a devious idea… She began to spread her legs back out again, forcing Michelle’s own legs in turn to also spread. Fearing another grapevine, Michelle arched her back as she attempted to break the hold before Demi could complete it. Much to her horror, as soon as Michelle had lifted her body off the mat, Demi slid a leg beneath Michelle’s waist, locking her brunette opponent into a surprise leg-scissors!

Michelle let out a mighty howl as Demi squeezed her powerful thighs for all she was worth, rivaling Michelle’s own renowned scissors with ease as the former bit down on her lip whilst increasing the pressure. Panicking audibly, Michelle immediately tried to pry Demi’s legs apart, but Demi was hell-bent in keeping her scissors secured. Sweat began to form atop her brow as Demi put every ounce of strength she had into the leg scissors; Michelle soon felt that power as her face began to grow red, from both frustration and asphyxiation as she struggled harder than ever to pry apart Lovato’s steel-corded gams. As minutes went by, the mighty brunette began to show signs of weakening, her energy banks depleting as her straining grew weaker by the second.

“So, Mich, do I win yet?” Demi purred as she rubbed in Michelle’s discomfort, clamping her legs together to force yet another begrudged scream from Trachtenberg’s lips when the brunette failed to answer fast enough, “You’re going to submit to me now, Michelle, or I'mma cave in every rib in your pathetic body. Do I make myself clear?"

Michelle hissed through her teeth, fury showing in her cerulean eyes as her arms continued to pull desperately at the smooth limbs of her oppressor. Each time Michelle tried to wedge apart Demi’s legs, Lovato simply increased the pressure. Michelle would groan louder each time, then slump back to the mat wheezing and gasping for air. Trachtenberg had gone into the fight overconfident, and she, like those who do, ultimately paid the price. “You’re gonna have to knock me the fuck out… bitch… because there’s no way I'll EVER submit to you. So you can kiss my a--UNNNNNGHHHH!” Her words were cut off by a gut-wrenching scream that overpowered even the roar of the crowd.

She didn’t utter another word for the entire night. Arms flailing, Michelle slapped her tormentor’s wicked legs as hard and fast as she could when Demi grew impatient and began to increase her intense squeeze. Soon, Michelle’s pained grunts were replaced with barely-audible whimpers. Demi turned to the crowd next, a smile forming on her lips as she found herself being watched by hundreds of horrified spectators, ones who had just earlier believed the match would be just another night in the ring for the ordinarily-victorious Michelle. In just mere seconds, Michelle was out cold, but not before fearing how big of a hit a loss to this little bitch would have on her formidable reputation.

... I love you, Nicole, and I want to have your babies.  THANK YOU for this unexpected pairing of two of my very favorites.

[NicoleS]

Sofia Vergara VS Ariel Winter



“C'mon, Sofia! Teach that little tart some respect!” shouted Julie Bowen from the edge of the room as she, along with the rest of those fortunate enough to have been working that day, watched Sofia as the Colombian woman brushed some hair from her eyes, her teeth gritted as her struggle was evident, “She’s just a girl - you can’t let her win!” the blonde quickly added, trying to encourage her red-faced friend as best she could.

But despite Sofia’s efforts, Ariel was clearly winning. While both buxom beauties were perspiring quite noticeably, Ariel wasn’t sweating nearly as many bullets as her costar was. The 21 year old beauty Vergara pinned against the wall as their huge breasts pressed together harder. Winter’s ample rack was working overtime to squash the enormous chest of her older rival - and by no means was it an easy task. While her breast reduction just over a year prior definitely brought her chest a size or two below Sofia’s own voluptuous F cups, they hadn’t lost an iota of firmness to them as Sofia was quick to realise.

At first, Sofia was able to make Ariel struggle quite considerably, with every arch of her back allowing her jugs to shove back Ariel’s big, but undoubtedly smaller breasts with ease. But the more her tits struggled against Ariel’s, the more energy she found herself expending and the more resilient the teen grew. This time, when Sofia arched her back and tried to shove out her formidable breasts, a gasp escaped her lips as Ariel’s knockers refused to give an inch. “Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!” the Latin spitfire wailed as Ariel pressed her own chest forward in retaliation, slowly but surely flattening Sofia’s massive bust with her own resilient D cups.

“What’s the matter, Sofe? All out of steam already?” Ariel asked, that trademark smirk of hers crossing the starlet’s lips as Sofia gritted her teeth, her legs buckling from the weight of Ariel’s twin knockers. Her face was red with anger and shame as found her prized assets outgunned by a girl not even in her twenties. Ariel pulled away from the wall momentarily while still leaving Sofia’s arms pinned above her head; a second later, she threw herself forward as she slammed her bra-clad globes straight into Sofia’s as the older woman gritted her teeth harshly. “What? You thought just because your cans are a little bigger, they could hold their own against a younger, firmer pair of breasts like these?” the young actress asked, accentuating the last word as her breasts overwhelmed Sofia’s massive bosom in an epic display of power.

Sofia couldn’t believe it; she was losing a titfight to a girl barely in her 20s! Ariel let go of Sofia’s arms and quickly wrapped her own around the Colombian’s waist, lifting her away from the wall and chucking her to the floor with a burst of strength. Julie tried to intervene but a sudden backhand to the face from Winter ended her short-lived effort. However, the momentary distraction was enough for Sofia to quickly recover, as the feisty Colombian jumped to her feet and slammed her body against Ariel’s. Winter hit the ground hard while Sofia straddled the raven-haired teen, locking in a grapevine on Ariel’s legs before pinning her arms over her head. Sofia struggled to keep Ariel’s strong, thick thighs pinned down with her own as she planted her giant rack over her wide-eyed opponent’s face in a desperate breast smother, seeking to end the fight as quickly as possible.

“You dirty cheating whore!” Hyland shouted from behind Julie, whom she had in a headlock to prevent further interventions. Ariel’s body bucked wildly beneath the older woman, her hushed screaming lost to Sofia’s air-sapping cleavage as she thrashed, “Fight her like a real woman, coward!” Vergara ignored the brunette, keeping her heaving breasts pressed against Ariel’s face until the starlet grunted her last breath into her rack before going under.

Ariel Winter VS Dakota Blue Richards



This can’t be happening!

This was the thought racing through Ariel Winter’s mind upon letting slip a muffled grunt of discomfort, much to the euphoric glee of her blonde opponent. The buxom British actress had a look of pure sadism as she pressed her larger endowments against the underside of Ariel’s own tits, pushing the raven-haired beauty’s big jugs upwards in order to make Ariel effectively smother herself out! Ariel squirmed frantically as she fought to jut her breasts forwards, but Dakota’s massive bosom kept her own in place as Winter continued to struggle for air, experiencing firsthand just how effective her trademark breast smother could be.

Dakota’s bearhug only served to hasten the endeavor, with every cruel squeeze only compressing Ariel’s breasts further against Dakota’s more sizable weapons. While the blonde’s breasts weren’t as big as Ariel’s had been before her reduction, it was easy to tell that Dakota’s double Ds now had Ariel’s own chest beaten by a considerable margin. Ariel’s mouth had practically disappeared inside her own remarkable cleavage, and her nose wasn’t too far behind. She continued to thrash as she was beginning to succumb to her own breasts, her vision growing black as she was threatened closer to unconsciousness.

“Give it a rest, ya cow! I’m the one girl your fat American tits’ll never manage to smother out!” Dakota bragged as she tightened her arms around the small of Ariel’s back. She was pushing Ariel’s epic cleavage deeper against her own facial features as Ariel’s moaning grew louder, “Hell, looks like you’re about to smother yourself out before you’’ll ‘ave ever done me in!”

Ariel could only grunt louder as she felt her vision continued to blacken, her ample cleavage turned against her as she was continuously denied even one modicum of breath. Growing desperate, the black haired woman managed to blindly hook one of her legs around Dakota’s left ankle. The excess gym time to which Ariel had committed herself was finally beginning to pay off, as evident when she managed to pull Dakota’s own leg forward with her own, distracting the buxom blonde long enough for Ariel to free herself from her busty prison! She gasped for breath as she stumbled backwards, with the only thing preventing herself from falling over being her grip on the brown leather couch.

Dakota attempted to shove Ariel against the sofa, but the busty youngster managed to seize the blonde’s arm midair and spin her around in a reverse bearhug. Raising her arms until they were over the blonde’s chest, Winter began to flatten her opponent’s massive knockers against her own lungs. She then deliberately fell backwards onto the carpet, bringing Richards down with her until both girls were sitting on their derrieres. Ariel next locked a gripping leg scissors around the blonde’s waist, her thicc thighs wasting no time making Dakota grimace in pain.

“I don’t know how anyone can stand that overrated accent of yours,” the raven-haired vixen spat as she squeezed her thighs harder, threatening to crack one of Dakota’s ribs as the blonde struggled desperately to pry apart Ariel’s powerful gams, “but that’s the wonderful thing about having huge breasts like these: they’re like having nature’s own mute button!” With a sly grin, she leaned forward to whisper into Dakota’s ear, only wanting the the blonde to hear her next words... "And I only need one of 'em to handle you, hussy!" With that, she released her scissors and spun Dakota around until both buxom ladies were facing one another.

She then grasped Dakota by the back of the head and pressed the British girl’s face against one of her huge jugs, pushing her mouth and nose into her excess cleavage as Dakota’s eyes widened considerably. With every muffled grunt from the blonde’s mouth, Ariel would simply increase the pressure as more of her tit went into Dakota’s mouth, with too much titflesh stuffed into her face for the blonde to even try to bite down on them. Dakota continued to squirm wildly as she was involuntarily forced to suck Winter’s breast, until finally Ariel felt her opponent’s body go limp beneath her.