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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1770 on: March 19, 2019, 05:45:41 AM »
Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

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

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« Reply #1771 on: March 25, 2019, 01:56:58 AM »
Flashback 1999: Alyson Hannlgan vs Melissa Joan Hart

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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!

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1772 on: April 01, 2019, 01:26:28 AM »
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?   ::)

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1773 on: April 01, 2019, 05:14:21 PM »
What a great thread its been!

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1774 on: April 02, 2019, 01:03:49 AM »
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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.
« Last Edit: April 02, 2019, 01:08:53 AM by Savant »

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1775 on: April 07, 2019, 08:12:32 PM »
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.  :(

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« Reply #1776 on: April 08, 2019, 08:45:25 AM »
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.

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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.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1777 on: April 08, 2019, 09:37:08 PM »
A spectacular introduction to the thread, GG...thank you, and welcome!  I look forward to see more from you.  :D

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.

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Kim Kardashian vs. Taylor Swift

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« Reply #1778 on: April 09, 2019, 12:46:23 AM »
A spectacular introduction to the thread, GG...thank you, and welcome!  I look forward to see more from you.  :D

Ah! You flatter me. :) Thank you!

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« Reply #1779 on: April 10, 2019, 04:22:00 PM »
Career enders

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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.

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« Reply #1780 on: April 12, 2019, 05:06:39 PM »
Here's another lil' thing. Wrote this one fairly quickly, so it might not be entirely up to par, but I like it. I may revisit this fight sometime, too...



Kim Kardashian vs. Ashley Graham

Kim K was back in the mud pit, the very same mud pit she had fought and humiliated Taylor Swift in not even a week before, and this time around, things weren't going so well for her.

When her manager had told her that she had another fight lined up for Kim, the Queen of the Kardashians had been excited. She had came into the fight thinking it was be another easy win. One look at her opponent, however, and she knew it wasn't going to be that way. Ashley Graham was bigger than her, thicker than her, outmatched her in every single way that she could from a physical standpoint. Her only hope, as far as Kim could tell, was to overpower Ashley in viciousness, to strike hard and fast and not give the larger woman any sort of chance to gain any kind of an advantage over her.

Her plan didn't quite work out for her.

Taking a page out of Taylor's book from their fight before, Kim had rushed at Ashley at the moment the fight began. She lashed out, striking hard and fast at the chest of the larger woman, thinking she could hurt Ashley's large and sensitive breasts early, thinking it would distract her enough that she could find a better opening to attack. Ashley, however, was practically a titan compared to Kim, and the plus-sized model easily shook off the strikes. With a smirk on her face, Ashley swung her arm forward, smashing it against Kim's own chest with a devastating clothesline. The sheer power of Ashley's strike took Kim completely by surprise. Down she went, splashing into the mud at the other woman's feet, howling in pain. She curled up, clutching her chest with both hands, feeling like she had just been hit by a truck.

Ashley, meanwhile, was feeling amused by the whole thing. There had been a lot of buzz around Kim after her win against Taylor, and while she had met the Kardashian before and thought she was nice enough, she couldn't help but take a certain satisfaction in knowing that she was going to stop the hype around the woman dead in it's tracks. As far as the Amazonian Ashley was concerned, Kim stood no chance, and this fight was going to be over before it even really got a chance to begin.

She gave Kim a quick kick, just enough to push the woman over and onto her back in the shallow mud pit, and then she stepped forward, so that she was standing over the Kardashian. Taking a moment to look up towards the cheering audience, she grinned, flashing her fans a wink, before starting to lower herself down towards Kim...Kim, who had just opened her eyes, enough to see the thick, beautiful ass of Ashley, covered by a thin white bikini bottom, coming straight down for her face!

Kim let out a shriek, panic spreading over her features, but she didn't have time to make an escape. She was still aching from the clothesline, and with Ashley standing right over her, where would she even be able to go? She yelled, and tried to plead with the bigger woman, but it was too late and Ashley just wasn't listening. Soon enough and sure enough, Ashley's ass had covered her face, Kim's features completely blocked out by the plump buttocks of the plus-sized titan.

It wasn't like anyone could actually see it, but Kim's face was turning a deep, dark red color, a blush of embarrassment and humiliation. She could feel her air supply being cut off, her face entirely smothered by Ashley's bottom, and it felt like all she could do was kick and flail helplessly at the mud. This was the absolute worst! Even Taylor had put up more of a fight than she had! And just like that, she knew that she was done!

Ashley didn't seem to notice Kim's flailing around beneath her, or at least if she did, she paid it no mind. She sat gently atop of the Kardashian's face, just enough to keep her covered so that she couldn't breath, paying no attention to the woman beneath her. Instead, she struck a pose atop of Kim, playing to the crowd as she waited for the smaller woman to pass out. She leaned forwards, placing one hand atop one of Kim's muddy breasts, giving it a playful squeeze, while the other went to the back of her head, the model striking and holding the sexy sort of pose and holding it for a few long moments.

In those few moments, Kim's flailing began to slow. Her legs stopped kicking, and soon enough her arms went limp at her sides. Ashley could no longer hear her muffled yells from beneath her, could no longer feel her quiet cries against her bottom. She gave it a few more seconds, just to ensure that the Queen of the Kardashian family was out like a light, and then once more she rose up to her feet.

Kim simply laid there in the mud, her nose and lips barely visible above the messy liquid, as Ashley stood over her, her arms raised in a proud, victorious stance. The fight was over. It was obvious to everyone that Kim had lost, that she was now passed out, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Ashley had completely humiliated her. The model had utterly squashed Kim, and in a single short match, she had become the new woman to beat.
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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1781 on: April 12, 2019, 08:12:08 PM »
Finish her- Comic Edition

Kate Archer AKA Miss America- Kate Upton
Elektra Rayne- Abigail Ratchford

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Previoiusly on MISS AMERICA....

The busty blonde champion of justice had been lured to Capital Cities harbor with a hot tip on an arms deal going down. Little did Kate Archer know the famed assassin Elektra Rayne lay in wait. Rayne had been hired by a shadowy crime syndicate to deal with their Miss America problem. The syndicate had surprised the well-endowed criminal with their secret weapon a super soldier serum they called Villainatrix. With the Villainatrix flowing through her veins Elektra Rayne proved herself a foe, unlike Miss America, had ever encountered.


OOOOOOoooof... Kate moaned as Rayne buried another cruel fist into her gut. The star-spangled heroine was fatiguing rapidly and struggling to keep Elektra at bay. The deal was a trap in its place were news cameras tipped off by whoever had sent the black catsuited bombshell. The All American girl had spent a career jailing 2 bit thugs and villains of the week but for the first time in her life had met a woman who could match her... and Elektra Rayne knew it. The  SUPER villainess wreaked havoc on Miss America in front of capital city using her iconic red white and blue top as target practice bashing Kates boobs again and again. Any offense Archer could muster thwarted again and again by her well-studied rival. Rayne had studied every Miss America encounter she could... the vile woman had Capitol Cities champion down cold.

Feeling unnatural feelings of panic  Miss America's fight or flight response kicked in and she lept to the sky to escape and recalibrate. She wasn't running from her opponent she just needed a minute to clear her head before she took the bitch down. Kate soared high above the city center and turned to reveal a stomach-dropping sight. Elektra was also hovering...Impossible Kate muttered as Rayne laughed with wicked delight.

Rayne and Miss America collided above the city whole shockwaves took out windows below. The superwoman met rack to rack in an epic battle... News copters circled as Miss America fought to maintain her focus and form....but she was overcome by an insurmountable wave of shock... confusion...and now fear... Raynes breasts would not budge. Camera's zoomed inclose broadcasting Elektra's juggs breaking Miss America. Kate's all American tits mushroomed as twin A-bombs were dropped on them. 

gggaaaaawwwwwd nooooooo...The heroine gurgled.

You're Finished Miss America the Villainess whispered as Kates' arms went limp and her Juggs collapsed under Elektras all-conquering might.

Elektra grabbed the faltering heroine and suddenly drove her chest first to the earth. Kate could do nothing but close her eyes and brace for impact

Capitol City watched from their homes and in the streets in shock as suddenly both superwomen plummeted into the cities central square.
A cloud of dust and rubble kicked up revealing a deep crater and news people and citizens descended on the cities square.

Elektra Rayne emerged from the crater dragging a barely conscious Miss America by her tattered cape. Rayne stopped in front of Kate's beloved Miss America statue depositing the battered blonde at her own "Feet"

"WHO DOES CAPITOL CITY BELONG TO" Elektras voice boomed as she stepped on Miss America

"nnno no one...." Kate uttered defiantly

Rayne slowly unzipped her catsuit revealing 36dd weapons of mass destruction.
She straddled Kate and planted her sweaty victorious breasts on Archer's face.

Miss America's world went black as Rayne buried her. The villainess could feel the blonde start to go under but that's not what she wanted.
Elektra released the conquered woman revealing a trembling quivering mess.

Let's try this again slut...
WHO DOES CAPITOL CITY BELONG TO

Miss America finally broke...and the city watched in horror

"please no... no more

the city belongs to ELEKTRA RAYNE"
Kate wept freely as Rayne lowered her payload one last time ending Miss Americas career.

The vicious villainess roared with terrifying ferocity as Miss America lost her desperate battle with consciousness.
Elektra rose to her feet and planted her black heel between the decimated heroines once legendary breasts eliciting a sad twitch from the beaten woman.   
Rayne laughed with a sick glee as she mocked Kate Arches iconic power pose with her hands at her waist.

Elektra soaked in the cameras flashing and the sight of Miss Americas unbeatable boobs sagging under her heel.
"CAPITOL CITY BELONGS TO ELEKTRA RAYNE" the victorious superwoman exclaimed to the heavens...

'As for your pathetic slut Miss America...its time to take out the trash"

Rayne jerked the tattered top clean from the quivering wreckage of the worlds mightiest woman. Archer's battered breasts tumbled free eliciting gasps from Capitol City Citizens. Elektra wrapped the remains of the celebrated star spanged garment around Miss America's neck and lifted off the ground slowly towing the crushed topless blonde champion of justice towards the adjacent city dump.

News helicopters followed the Victrix and her prey as they landed on a towering mountain of Capitol Cities garbage. Elektra Rayne stuck Kate Archer like a golf tee in the trash as the camera zoomed in tight. Miss America's eyes were fluttering open and shut but it was clear there was nothing behind them as Rayne hovered over her. Elektra used her 36DD juggs to slam down and pile drive Archer further into her stinking hole. Once more the supervillainess use her titanic tits to smash Kate up to her neck in the garbage. Finally, Elektra casually placed her heel on the top of Miss Americas matted dirty blonde hair...
"Goodbye Miss America" Rayne purred as she pressed down completely burying the maid of might in Capitol Cities own trash.

Miss America completely disappeared from sight leaving only Elektra Rayne....

"I OWN CAPITOL CITY"

and for that day, not a woman alive dared challenge her.


NEXT ISSUE COVER MISS AMERICA

Elektra Rayne laughs tearing  Miss America's top in two.

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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1782 on: April 13, 2019, 06:44:43 PM »
Payton Swanson vs Erin Olash

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Payton had been one of the original hot gamer girls. Struggling with body image issues her whole life, she rarely showed off the goods but still had a loyal following that drooled over the strong legs and large breasts that seemed out of place with the freckled face and bright blue eyes.

Erin had shown everything multiple times, often going skimpier than usual while selling her looks for fame through lowbrow outlets like Barstool sports. Even so, she had her own army of geek boys who slobbered all over themselves before spanking and wanking to her latest gamer video or movie trailer reaction.

Erin knew of Payton and made no bones about replacing the slightly older brunette as the queen gamer geek. Payton had ignored it for as long as she could, but the comments Erin made about Payton posing in a fairly conservative swimsuit had pushed the 27-year-old over the edge.

Most of the onlookers in the apartment expected the much more aggressive Olash to make short work of the more timid Swanson. What they got, instead, was a fairly even scrap for the first few minutes, with each woman focusing their attack on the other's chest. Erin changed the tenor of the fight, backing off and stripping off her top, and then taunting her opponent to do the same. When Payton matched the move, Erin moved in for a bearhug to put the women's endowments into combat of their own. Ms. Olash broke into a huge grin as her bigger, firmer set began to swallow up those of the cuter fighter, but the advantage was short lived.

Payton swung a knee straight into the crotch of the other woman, blowing Erin a kiss as the latter's mouth silently formed an O. Ms. Swanson then laid into the other woman, a series of punches and kicks leaving the younger hottie gasping for breath. The final moments showed no respite for Erin as the stunned onlookers watched Payton facesit her opponent into tapping out and then furthered the humiliation by pulling the front of her bottoms to the side and making the other woman lick her to orgasm. Satisfied and glowing, Payton simply stood up, winked at a member of the small audience, and strutted to her room to get changed and collect her winnings.

Fully dressed, she walked back out to see Erin on her knees with her eyes welling up at the realization that she lost. Wanting to put a final stamp on the proceedings, Payton grabbed the other woman's face with one hand and leaned forward, "I'm the Queen of the gamer geeks, and you'll never be woman enough to beat me."
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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1783 on: April 17, 2019, 02:07:14 PM »

Jennifer Lawrence VS Taylor Swift
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the match is called a draw.

Looks like this will require a "do over" to establish who's got the "top top"!
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Re: Finish Her!
« Reply #1784 on: April 17, 2019, 03:36:05 PM »
Finish her- Comic Edition

Kate Archer AKA Miss America- Kate Upton
Elektra Rayne- Abigail Ratchford

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Previoiusly on MISS AMERICA....

The busty blonde champion of justice had been lured to Capital Cities harbor with a hot tip on an arms deal going down. Little did Kate Archer know the famed assassin Elektra Rayne lay in wait. Rayne had been hired by a shadowy crime syndicate to deal with their Miss America problem. The syndicate had surprised the well-endowed criminal with their secret weapon a super soldier serum they called Villainatrix. With the Villainatrix flowing through her veins Elektra Rayne proved herself a foe, unlike Miss America, had ever encountered.


OOOOOOoooof... Kate moaned as Rayne buried another cruel fist into her gut. The star-spangled heroine was fatiguing rapidly and struggling to keep Elektra at bay. The deal was a trap in its place were news cameras tipped off by whoever had sent the black catsuited bombshell. The All American girl had spent a career jailing 2 bit thugs and villains of the week but for the first time in her life had met a woman who could match her... and Elektra Rayne knew it. The  SUPER villainess wreaked havoc on Miss America in front of capital city using her iconic red white and blue top as target practice bashing Kates boobs again and again. Any offense Archer could muster thwarted again and again by her well-studied rival. Rayne had studied every Miss America encounter she could... the vile woman had Capitol Cities champion down cold.

Feeling unnatural feelings of panic  Miss America's fight or flight response kicked in and she lept to the sky to escape and recalibrate. She wasn't running from her opponent she just needed a minute to clear her head before she took the bitch down. Kate soared high above the city center and turned to reveal a stomach-dropping sight. Elektra was also hovering...Impossible Kate muttered as Rayne laughed with wicked delight.

Rayne and Miss America collided above the city whole shockwaves took out windows below. The superwoman met rack to rack in an epic battle... News copters circled as Miss America fought to maintain her focus and form....but she was overcome by an insurmountable wave of shock... confusion...and now fear... Raynes breasts would not budge. Camera's zoomed inclose broadcasting Elektra's juggs breaking Miss America. Kate's all American tits mushroomed as twin A-bombs were dropped on them. 

gggaaaaawwwwwd nooooooo...The heroine gurgled.

You're Finished Miss America the Villainess whispered as Kates' arms went limp and her Juggs collapsed under Elektras all-conquering might.

Elektra grabbed the faltering heroine and suddenly drove her chest first to the earth. Kate could do nothing but close her eyes and brace for impact

Capitol City watched from their homes and in the streets in shock as suddenly both superwomen plummeted into the cities central square.
A cloud of dust and rubble kicked up revealing a deep crater and news people and citizens descended on the cities square.

Elektra Rayne emerged from the crater dragging a barely conscious Miss America by her tattered cape. Rayne stopped in front of Kate's beloved Miss America statue depositing the battered blonde at her own "Feet"

"WHO DOES CAPITOL CITY BELONG TO" Elektras voice boomed as she stepped on Miss America

"nnno no one...." Kate uttered defiantly

Rayne slowly unzipped her catsuit revealing 36dd weapons of mass destruction.
She straddled Kate and planted her sweaty victorious breasts on Archer's face.

Miss America's world went black as Rayne buried her. The villainess could feel the blonde start to go under but that's not what she wanted.
Elektra released the conquered woman revealing a trembling quivering mess.

Let's try this again slut...
WHO DOES CAPITOL CITY BELONG TO

Miss America finally broke...and the city watched in horror

"please no... no more

the city belongs to ELEKTRA RAYNE"
Kate wept freely as Rayne lowered her payload one last time ending Miss Americas career.

The vicious villainess roared with terrifying ferocity as Miss America lost her desperate battle with consciousness.
Elektra rose to her feet and planted her black heel between the decimated heroines once legendary breasts eliciting a sad twitch from the beaten woman.   
Rayne laughed with a sick glee as she mocked Kate Arches iconic power pose with her hands at her waist.

Elektra soaked in the cameras flashing and the sight of Miss Americas unbeatable boobs sagging under her heel.
"CAPITOL CITY BELONGS TO ELEKTRA RAYNE" the victorious superwoman exclaimed to the heavens...

'As for your pathetic slut Miss America...its time to take out the trash"

Rayne jerked the tattered top clean from the quivering wreckage of the worlds mightiest woman. Archer's battered breasts tumbled free eliciting gasps from Capitol City Citizens. Elektra wrapped the remains of the celebrated star spanged garment around Miss America's neck and lifted off the ground slowly towing the crushed topless blonde champion of justice towards the adjacent city dump.

News helicopters followed the Victrix and her prey as they landed on a towering mountain of Capitol Cities garbage. Elektra Rayne stuck Kate Archer like a golf tee in the trash as the camera zoomed in tight. Miss America's eyes were fluttering open and shut but it was clear there was nothing behind them as Rayne hovered over her. Elektra used her 36DD juggs to slam down and pile drive Archer further into her stinking hole. Once more the supervillainess use her titanic tits to smash Kate up to her neck in the garbage. Finally, Elektra casually placed her heel on the top of Miss Americas matted dirty blonde hair...
"Goodbye Miss America" Rayne purred as she pressed down completely burying the maid of might in Capitol Cities own trash.

Miss America completely disappeared from sight leaving only Elektra Rayne....

"I OWN CAPITOL CITY"

and for that day, not a woman alive dared challenge her.


NEXT ISSUE COVER MISS AMERICA

Elektra Rayne laughs tearing  Miss America's top in two.

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Any chance for a story based on this?