[Savant]

Ivanka Trump. Vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

The charity wrestling match was going badly for Ivanka Trump. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was bobbing and weaving circles around her and fire stinging jabs over and over into the blonde socialite’s face. The girl from the Bronx was showing that she knew how to fight and there was little Ivanka could do bout it, despite being taller and stronger.

BAM! Jab to the chin!

Ivanka shook her head, trying to clear the ringing in her skull.

BAM! Left cross to the jaw!

Ivanka stumbled away from Alexandria, stepping in pot holes, as she retreated to her corner.

Ocasio-Cortez followed close behind, drilling punches into Ivanka’s lower back and kidneys. Ivanka’s eyes winced in pain, and her eyebrows arched, the kidney punches paralyzing her and bringing her to the verge of tears

A disgusted Donald Trump. Stalking at ringside, scowled in disgusts as he watched his daughter getting beaten up. “Come on Ivanka! Wake up girl! I didn’t pay fpr all those boxing lessons just to see you get knocked out by this this Mexican bitch!” he seethed.

“Sorry, Daddy, sorr---“  pleaded Ivanka, rather pathetically

But she was cut off as Alexandria grabbed her by her lustrous blonde hair, before pounding Ivanka’s head into the top corner turnbuckle a dozen times. After all the jabs, the headshots brought Ivanka sto the verge of passing out and she fell onto her ass, seated in the corner.

“Whoooooo! Take that little Miss 1%!” Alexandria crowed.

She then raced across the ring into the opposite corner and got ready for her finishing maneuver, a running, double knee strike into the ringpost that would surely reduce Ivanka to roadkill.

AOC took a few seconds to relish the moment. The charity challenge had actually been the President’s idea. He was so confident that his daughter, a talented volleyball player in high school, would pound Alexandria into the mat that he eagerly organized the event. He was so looking forward to seeing Ivanka shut up the mouthy, young congresswoman from New York. However he had not counted on Ocasio-Cortez’s greater quickness and her feistiness.

The two women had been fighting for close to 30-minutes now, most of which AOC had spent dominating Trump. They were both soaked in sweat now, the arena was not air-conditioned and it was a sweltering July night.

Ivanka was dressed in a custom-made, one piece white swimsuit, with “windows” in the side, highlighting her sexy hips. She was so damp now that the crowd could vaguely make out Ivanka’s large breasts from beneath the fabric of her suit. Alexandria was dressed more modestly in a black tank-top and black yoga pants, although they were tight enough to show off her trim, athletic body and her short was small enough to show off her tummy and a little cleavage.

“Alright, time to put the heiress out of her misery!” AOC announced to the cheering crowd before taking off at top speed.

However…just as she launched herself into the air to slam her knees into Ivanka’s face, Donald grabbed his daughter by the arm and dragged her ot of the corner. The result was that Alexandria smashed into the ring post at full speed, dislocating a knee. She writhed in pain, clutching at her knee and screaming bloody murder.

Meanwhile, Donald Trump slipped a roll of quarters into Ivanka’s right hand.

“Now, quick, like we talked about,” he commanded his daughter.

Ivanka didn’t need to be told twice. She shaked the cobwebs out of her head before crawling over to Alexandra and mounting her. Then she started swinging punches wildly into AOC’s face, including with the loaded right.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!


She must have launched two dozen blows into Alexandria’s’ chin and jaw, getting out all of her frustration after being beaten up for most of the match.

“Take that you mouthy little bitch!” Ivanka cried out.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

When she was finally done, Alexandria was moaning quietly in pain, her eyes were swollen shot. One of her legs was prone, while the other was bent at the knee but swaying lazily, almost out.

But Alexandria’s torture was far from over. Ivanka rolled her swimsuit top down, freeing her impressive rack. The crowd roared in approval! She then dropped down and stuffed her sweaty breasts into Alexandria’s face.

“Mmmmmmmffffffff….noooooooooo…..nnnnnnnnnnn…” a panicky AOC cried out as all her oxygen and light was blotted out.

Ivanka, who could finally deploy her greater size now that Alexandria was grounded, kept her pinned firmly to the mat by gripping the brunette’s head firmly and pushing it up into her tits, while using her long legs to grapevine her rival.

Alexandra tried bucking her hips to knock Ivanka off of her but without any luck.

She stamped her bare feet against the mat to protest.

She screamed for the ref to free her.

But the official glanced over at Donald Trump and the President winked at him. No help was coming from the ref.

Ivankas’s breasts were impossibly hot, they were sticky with perspiration which made the seal over Alexandria’s’ face even tighter. Ivanka was relentless. She didn’t give her an inch…not an inch…

“No air for you, bitch!” Ivanka crowed.

Finally, after several long minutes, both of Alexandria’s legs dropped to the mat. Her arms which had been trying to pry Ivanka off of her also dropped. Her hands switched from tight fists into open pleading hands. She was finished. But Ivanka stayed on top for at least another 90 seconds, making the crowd wonder if the blonde heiress was going to smother her to death.

Finally Ivanka lifted her breasts off of Alexandria’s face, a wet POP sound ringoing out as the vacuum seal was released.

Alexandria’s face was bright red after being kept without oxygen for so long, Her eyes were closed. A line of saliva was dribbling down from her lips to her chin.

“Ha! Where’s your ‘squad’ now? Where are all your Twitter fans now, huh” said Ivanka triumphantly.

She then proceeded to peel off Alexandria’s yoga pants off of her and her tank top, revealing a black bra and thong underwear underneath, as well as a sexy, little body.

“Oh! Looks at this! Guess Little Miss Feminism is actually a dirty slut behind closed doors, huh?” laughed Ivanka.

She then rolled Alexandria so she was half way out of the ring. Her upper body was still lying on the ring face down, while her lower body dangled off the side of the ring.

“Come over here daddy and give this little bitch the spanking she deserves!”. The President wasted no time and promptly waddled over and spanked AOC’s tight little ass as hard as he could a dozen times.

The sharp pain roused Alexandria from her smother-induced slumber and she quietly sobbed as she was humiliated by her most hated rival, the man she despised with every fibre of her being.

His enforcer, Ivanka, then grabbed her arm from behind, twisting it into a painful hammerlock. She then marched Alexandria slowly up the ring ramp. Every time she spotted someone in the crowd wearing a red MAGA hat she would maneuver Alexandria into position so the Trump fan could slap the brunette or spit at her.

Eventually she walked Alexandria walked her right out of the arena.

The Titantron screen then turned on and showed Ivanka dragging Alexandria into a waiting stretch limo. The limo was large enough that Ivanka was able to lay down AOC so she was completely prone on the back seat of the limo. Ivanka then climbed on top of her before once again plunging her bounteous breasts into Alexandria’s helpless, tear-soaked face. Ivanka was laughing deliriously, so delighted with how this match had turned out.

“And it was all for charity!” she laughed. What Alexandria didn’t know was that the proceeds would go to a Political Action Committee dedicated to re-electing Donald J. Trump.

The car door then closed and the vehicle drove off.

[Jackflash Jump]

Sarah Hyland vs Anna Kendrick



The Atomic Drop is a particularly devastating move, if executed properly.  Standing behind her opponent, one wrestler wraps her arms around the other girl's waist, lifts her up into the air, and then brings her down; as she does, the girl executing the move drops down to one knee, and the victim's groin smashes into her bent knee with her own full weight behind the impact.  Done once, it effectively takes the starch out of the poor girl who is made to suffer it.

Having nailed Anna with an Atomic Drop once, Sarah was assured that her blonde opponent would now offer scant resistance to a pin attempt.

But Hyland wasn't done yet.

The second Atomic Drop could be justified as icing on the cake, rendering Kendrick so ravaged that she would have no hope of recovering.  Given her ragdoll state as she sat moaning on her tormentor's knee, it was evident that this match was over but for the bell.

There was no morally justifiable reason for the third Atomic Drop.  The reason for it was simply that Sarah is as vile a sadist as the HWA has ever seen and for her, mere victory isn't enough...she has to punish her victim with all of the cruelty she can muster.

Her taut body reduced to something very akin or liquid, the now barely conscious Anna flops off of Hyland's knee and puddles onto the mat, a chirpy whine of anguish the only sign of life from her.  Sarah rises up and contemptuously kicks the blonde over onto her back, then plants a boot on Kendrick's chest as the referee goes through the formal motion of counting one...two...and three.

[Savant]

Ivanka Trump vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez – Day 3

This was day 3 of Alexandria’s captivity at the hands of Ivanka at Trump Tower following their slobberknocker of a pro-style match, which Ivanka had won via breast smother after intervention by her slimeball father.

Alexandria was laid out on a king –size bed, barely conscious and drenched in sweat. She was dressed in a silk, green teddy cut high at the hips to show off her long legs. A leather choker was tied tightly around her neck, with a ring attached to it. Ivanka had used to tie a leash to Alexandria and march her around the large condo. At this point, Alexandria was no longer bound. Over the past three days, Ivanka had broken her body and then broken her spirit. She was completely limp and servile now.

A smiling Ivanka marched into the room to check in on her plaything. Ivanka was dressed in lingerie herself; a black leather corset and black panties, were complimented by black leather fingerless gloves gave her an intimidating appearance. Ivanka crawled onto the bed and wrapped one hand in Alexandria’s long, dark hear to hold her steady and then started firing a series of punches into the Puerto Rican’s chin.

“Morning sweetie!” Ivanka chirped.

“Unghhh….unghhh….unghhh…” Alexandria whimpered as every punch rocked her.

Alexandria’s eyes clouded over after the fourth or fifth punch. She didn’t resist as Ivanka grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her over so she was on her stomach.

“No…no…not again….” Alexandria cried, knowing what was coming.

Ivanka jabbed three fingers into Alexandria from behind and started finger-fucking the brunette, slowly at first, then with increasing ferocity, quickly bringing Alexandria to a boiling, panting mess.

When Alexandria was on the verge of climaxing, Ivanka withdrew her fingers and let the Puerto Rican catch her breath again.

Then Ivanka started tribbing her from behind, pounding her crotch into Alexandria’s firm butt….again slowly at first….then more and more violently. Alexandria’s eyes rolled up into her head. She whimpered pitiably as Ivanka pounded her over and over, a wet slapping sound ringing out in the room as flesh met flesh.

But again, just as Alex was about to explode, Ivanka abruptly stopped.

“No. No. Please….finish….finish me off….” Alexandria whimpered desperately.

“Shut up.” Ivanka said coldly.

She turned Alexandria around and propped her so she was sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Ivanka sat in her lap. She wrapped one arm around Ivanka’s hip to keep her steady, while she used her other hand to start stimulating Alexandria once again. The two rivals were face to face now and Ivanka could see the effect on Alexandria as she was once again finger fucked.

“Oh…..oh…..oh God….” Alexandria whimpered.

“I own you, bitch. I own your trashy ass. After I fuck you, you’re going to clean my bathroom you piece of trash,” hissed a pitiless Ivanka.

Alexandria was panting. This time, Ivanka did not relent, she quickened the pace. Going in and out, in and out…until finally an exhausted Alexandria came.

“Gunnnngghhhhhh!!!!” Alexandria exclaimed.

Ivanka slapped the brunette as violently as she could manage just as she climaxed, combining pain and pleasure.

An utterly soaked Alexandria spilled over onto her side, drool coming out of her mouth.

Ivanka quickly clamped a reverse bear hug around Alexandria’s chest and started squeezing the oxygen out of the Puerto Rican’s lungs.

“No…no…” Alexandria whined.

“Yes! Yes!” laughed Ivanka, who brutally shook the brunette back and forth. Ivanka kept the grinding submission hold on for 10 long minutes, periodically shaking Alexandria when she was about to pass out, keeping her on the verge of unconsciousness but never quite letting her slip away.

Ivanka then dragged Alexandria, lying on her stomach, so that her head and arms were draped over the side of the bed. Ivanka sat down at the side of the bed and started using her long legs to fire kicks straight into Alexandria’s face while holding her arms so that the brunette would not wiggle away.

“Bam!”

“Bam!”

“Bam!”

The vicious kicks shook Alexandria, sweat exploding into the air every time a new kick struck her.

After the kicks, Alexandria was once again knocked out cold.

Ivanka climbed on top of her and slapped her awake. It took longer this time, the brunette in a deep slumber after all the punching and fucking and bearhugs and kicks to the face…

“Come on Alexandria…come one…we’re not done yet, sweetie…..wake up…” Ivanka cooed.

Alexandria’s eyes slowly opened as Ivanka kept gently slapping her. She sobbed quietly as pain radiated from her jaw after all the kicks.

Ivanka, delighted to see her awake again, bounced up and down joyfully on Alexandria’s tummy.

“Alright, time for your favourite move Alexandria,” said Ivanka menacingly.

She slowly lowered her large breasts and sealed them over Alexandria’s face. Alexandria wiggled, trying to free herself but she was simply too exhausted after three days of being beaten up.. Ivanka’s chest overwhelmed her, blotting out all light. She was sunk into a clammy, hot prison. Ivana’s breasts were so large…so heavy. Alexandria tried to move her head….tried to find some precious air…but Ivanka wasn’t giving her an inch.

“Suck on those tits, bitch. Suck on them,” Ivanka said, smiling. “Look at you now. Not so mouthy now, huh rebel? Who owns you bitch, huh? Who owns your ass?”

The last dregs of oxygen were snuffed out of Alexandria, the labored rise and fall of her chest stopped. Her legs which had been bent at the knees, slowly lowered. Her arms which had been pushing against Ivanka dropped, her hands opened pleadingly. Ivanka just kept grinding and grinding and grinding…

Finally she lifted her chest off of Alexandria’s face, a wet sound smacking in the air as the seal was released.

Ivanka then leaned over and started kissing the unconscious Alexandria over and over, long and deep.

“Mmmmm,,,,,mmmmm…mmmmmm” Ivanka moaned getting hot herself, as she kissed her hated enemy. She was thinking about the beating she had suffered during the first part of her pro-match with Alexandria a few days ago, how the Puerto Rican spitfire had pounded her into near defeat. How the tables had turned she thought!

She reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and retrieved a leash. She clamped onto the collar around Alex’s neck, getting ready to wake her up again and make her walk around on all fours once again.

Just the Donald Trump walked into the room.

“Did you get her ready for me Ivanka?”

“Yes, Daddy. She’s out. She won’t be lippy or disrespectful.”

“Good girl,” said the President, as his daughter reluctantly left the bedroom.

“Don’t go anywhere Alexandria. I’ll be back later to finish you off for good,” said the departing Ivanka.

[Sandman13]

It was the second week of shooting the remake of the old western movie "Destry Rides Again" and Victoria Justice was playing the sexy saloon girl while Jennifer Lawrence was portraying the prim and proper school marm.
The two women had found out early on that they simply didn't like each other and now that they were filming the most famous scenes in the movie - a ferocious catfight in the saloon - things had come to a head.
Victoria had "accidentally" punched Jennifer twice and the blonde had just shrugged it off. But when the scene called for Victoria to pull Jen's hair, she really yanked and tugged savagely. Well, push led to shove and shove led to Jennifer cutting loose with a barrage of rights and lefts in retaliation. That chilled the sexy brunette but Jennifer wasn't satisfied. She proceeded to toss Vic all over the set and culminated her tirade by grabbing Victoria's long brown hair and spinning her in a circle before letting loose. That left Victoria flying across the set to finally come to rest sprawled across the bar. Her big brown eyes were rolling in her head and she was babbling about giving up and being sorry - all things that a furious Jennifer completely ignored.
While the cameras rolled Jennifer set the wobbly Victoria up on the bar and socked her one last time right to the chin. Victoria rocked back and forth before slowly sliding to the floor, out like a light.
"Cut!" yelled the director. "I think we got just what we needed!"

[Savant]

Battle of the Teen Starlets:
Isabela Moner (18 yrs old) vs. Kiernan Shipka (19 yrs old)

Isabela, the Peruvian star of the live action Dora the Exlorer movie, was on her knees in front of Kiernan, the Mad Men starlet. The blonde had a handful of her rival’s hair. Isabela was swaying uneasily after suffering a terrific beating so far. Kiernan pulled back her arm before punching Isabela in the jaw, then the right eye, then the nose. The rapid fire blows watered Isabela’s eyes and she groaned in pain.

The match between the two long-time enemies had been pretty even at first. Isabela had used her greater speed and athleticism to hit a series of high flying moves: dropkicks, moonsaults and rope-assisted spears that had rendered Kiernan dizzy.

But the blonde slowed things down with frequent ropes breaks and escapes to the outside of the ring, interrupting Isabela's momentum....and eventually she had gradually asserted control using her mastery of submission holds. A long-held hammerlock had brought Isabela to a whimpering stop as Kiernan marched her into one of the ring’s corners. Kiernan tightened the joint lock, jamming up Isabela’s arm as far as it could possible go, while simultaneously wringing out the brunette’s trapped wrist. The pain was so blinding that it prevented Isabela from even thinking about a counter.

Kiernan finally let her go but only to turn her around in the corner and start hitting the brunette’s core with shoulder block after shoulder block. The vicious shots to Isabela’s tummy quickly weakened her, blasting all the oxygen out of her lungs. After a few shots, Isabela started folding over Kiernan after every gut shot. Her eyes winced in pain after very explosive strike. Isabella started mumbling to herself. She may have been giving up but she couldn’t muster enough breath to be heard and a smiling Kiernan seemed to realize this as she did not let up on the shoulder blocks for several more minutes.

Finally, Kiernan draped Isabela’s arms over the top ropes and started dancing around the brunette, while firing jabs and uppercuts into the brunette’s face, smiling as she treated Isabela like a speed bag.

Finally the brunette dropped to her knees in front of the blonde completely exhausted. The blonde tagged her again a few times, which is where we came in.

Then Kiernan dropped to her knees in front of Isabela. She wrapped one arm around Isabela’s hip and lower back, pulling the brunette in closely. Kiernan then started firing punch after punch - slow, steady and heavy – into Isabela’s stomach. Kiernan was able to study the pain in Isabela’s face every time she took another gut shot. She delighted in seeing the effect of her blows on her rival.

“Do you want to give up Izzy? You must want to give up,” taunted Kiernan.

Isabela desperately did want to give up but all the blows to her stomach left her unable to speak, she could only grunt and squeak. Her pleading eyes though showed what distress she was in.

“Oh I think you do! Ask her ref. I think she wants to give,” Kiernan ordered the ref.

“Isabela do you give up?” asked the ref.

Isabela nodded her head quick, signaling her surrender.

A triumphant Kiernan fired a few more punches into Isabela’s stomach, the hardest blows yet, as the bell rung.

Finally Kieran relented and Isabela pooled onto the mat, clutching at her tummy and quietly sobbing.

“Found your weak spot, huh honey?” laughed Kiernan, as the ref lifted her arm in victory.

[Jackflash Jump]

Jennette McCurdy vs Bindi Erwin



"Cr-crikey!" the Aussie beauty gasped.

It had been as savage a brawl as the spectators had ever seen...a genuine slobberknocker between two pint-sized powerhouses, as Bindi and Jennette hammered, slammed and stomped one another the length and breadth of the penthouse living room.  Now however, the American blonde had taken the upper hand; from behind her opponent, she had managed to apply her devastating Reverse Bearhug, McCurdy's steely arms locked tight across Erwin's ample bosom, squeezing with such pressure that the Australian's own breasts pressed against her lungs, preventing her from drawing a decent breath.  "No hope for you now, sweet cheeks!" Jennette tauntingly rasped into her panting rival's ear.  Knowing she couldn't withstand this punishment much longer, Bindi realized she had to make a desperate bid to escape.

The brunette's body suddenly began to sink; McCurdy assumed her knees were buckling, and the blonde began crouching to 'ride' her opponent down.  But Erwin wasn't dropping to her knees...instead, she was bending down into a crouch.  And suddenly she sprang up, startling Jennette.  Bindi exerted so much effort, she managed to lift herself up off of the floor, and her tormentor found herself off-balance.  The result was that the blonde fell backward to the floor, with her brunette adversary crashing atop her with her full weight.  The impact caused Jennette to let out a loud gasp as her arms flew open, freeing the Aussie.  Adrenaline pumping, Bindi delivered an elbow smash to her rival's ribs to further weaken her, then rolled off of the blonde.  "My turn," the brunette said with a smirk.

What that turn consisted of was Erwin wrapping her powerful legs around her opponent's chest, locking her ankles and applying her signature Python Lock scissors.  McCurdy's eyes went wide with panic as the first wave of crushing agony struck; her body thrashed and her hands slapped and tugged at the limbs that encircled her, her breasts smashed flat.  But her efforts availed her naught, as Erwin continued to increase the pressure.

Realizing she was doomed, the fast-fading blonde began tapping furiously at her oppressor's leg, but the Aussie ignored her submission and continued squeezing.  In the course of their battle she had  developed a severe hatred for her rival (the feeling being mutual), and the brunette fully intended to enjoy destroying the American fully and completely.

Finally, McCurdy let out a long, pitiful sigh and her eyelids fluttered shut as she was squeezed into unconsciousness.  Bindi let out a gasping laugh of joy and relief, opened up her legs...and promptly passed out herself from exhaustion.

[Golden Goddess]

Mandy Rose vs. Trish Stratus

From atop her seat on Trish's back, Mandy smiled. It was a cold, arrogant sort of smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. Mandy was proud of herself. For months now - months! - she had been hearing people's whispers. She had seen the social media entries and the forum posts. She had heard people talking. She had heard every comparison between herself and the veteran Trish that anyone could possibly make, and she was damn tired of it.

So when an opportunity presented itself to make it clear which of them was the superior woman? Mandy more than jumped on the chance. She was all too eager to end the comparisons once and for all.

Mandy had waited quietly in the locker room for Trish to make an exit from the showers, waiting off to the side where no one would pay her much mind or give much attention to her. She had only been wearing a towel at the time, because if she was going to do this, she wanted to do it right...and sure enough, it wasn't long before Trish made her own exit from the showers, returning to the locker room with nothing on her body but her own towel, wrapped tight around her body. She didn't notice Mandy as she headed to her locker, and she paid her no mind as the woman came up on her from behind, moving in quick and close and grabbing Trish by the hair.

In one swift movement, Mandy had swung Trish around, slamming her into the set of lockers by her long and blonde hair, and from that moment, the fight was on. To Trish's credit (and Mandy's surprise!), the older veteran fought back pretty well, eventually taking Mandy to the floor of the locker room and getting in a few rough punches on Mandy's face, but it didn't take long for the younger woman to gain her advantage back, taking control of the situation and releasing her frustrations onto the former Women's wrestling champion.

And that's how things had gotten to this point: Trish, laying naked and facedown on the floor, with a similarly nude Mandy sitting atop her, looking as smug as one could be. She was a little sweaty, yeah, but she had managed to bring Trish down and keep her under control...and now it was time to finish her off!

Mandy began to adjust her position, leaning down so that she was soon lying atop of Trish, her large, bare breasts squashing down against Trish's back. Her bare skin gently rubbed against Trish's own bare, sweaty flesh, and the older woman couldn't do much but whimper and moan as Mandy made herself comfortable atop of her. It wasn't long before Trish felt Mandy's arm, strong and muscular, snaking around her neck, the younger beauty locking in a rather tight sleeper hold on her, and it wasn't long after that before she could feel Mandy's lips right beside her ear. She could feel Mandy's breath, hot on her flesh, and she could hear Mandy's soft whispers to her, a sultry tone masking a rather harsh warning.

"You're done for," Mandy whispered, squeezing her arm tight around Trish's neck, her well-toned bicep pushed up against the older woman's throat, flexing as it began cutting off Trish's air supply. "You should have never came back here. You should have stayed in retirement, bitch, because now you've got a nightmare to deal with...me." She squeezed a little harder, relishing every movement that Trish was making beneath her. The former champion was squirming underneath her body, writhing beneath Mandy, trying to wiggle herself free. Her hands had came up, grabbing at Mandy's arm, but it was in vain. She didn't have the strength or the energy to force the woman's hold to come loose, and with every moment that passed, she could feel herself growing weaker and weaker.

"As long as I see you around here, Trish...?" Mandy continued, her voice quiet, almost intimate as she whispered to the woman beneath her. "I plan on making you miserable. I plan on making you suffer. I'm ten times the wrestler you've ever been. I'm ten times the woman you've ever been. I'm superior to you in every single way, and if I ever see you in an arena with me again...? I'm going to do the same thing to you that I'm doing right now. I'm going to remind you, over and over, of why you should have stayed the hell away from wrestling."

It wasn't much longer before Trish's eyes rolled back into her head, her lungs burning as she struggled to find air...and it wasn't much longer after that before they finally fluttered close. Eventually, the older woman went completely limp, her struggles ceasing entire, the veteran blonde knocked out by Mandy's simple submission hold.

When she was sure that Trish was out, Mandy finally released the sleeper and sat up, crawling off of the woman and then climbing back to her feet. She leaned down, grabbing her towel and lifting it up to wrap tight back around her body, and then headed towards her locker. After fishing around for a moment, she found her phone, and returned back to Trish's prone, unconscious form. Planting a foot in the center of the woman's back, she raised her phone aloft and smirked, taking a few quick selfies of herself standing victorious over Trish.

By the time the morning rolled around, those pictures would be all over social media. There would be no comparison between the two again, and Mandy was sure of it. By the time everyone had seen Mandy's photos, they would which of the two beautiful blonde wrestlers was truly the superior woman.

[The Italian]

Vanessa Hudgens vs Ariel Winter

Sometimes the most ferocious fights are fought by the most unexpected contenders.
Neither Vanessa nor Ariel had a personal grudge against the other, but both women were driven by the urge to free themselves from the "cute loser" reputation that haunted them.
So, when the match started, the two topless beauties went at each other at full force and the more the bout progressed the more fiercely they fought, slapping and clawing the opponent's body with recless abandon.
In the end, the action seprated them for a moment and both women, just as they silently agreed to a truce, took their time to catch their breath while kneeling in front of each other.
Both knew that the fight was almost over and that both of them had almost spent all their energies. And just as they had ear a signal, they simultaneously extended their arm, going for the opponent's breasts.
Vanessa grabbed two handfuls of Ariel's big boobs, digging her nails in the soft flesh and squeezing as hard as she could. Ariel went for Vanessa's perky's nipples, pinching them between herthumbs and forefingers and starting to pull and twist her comparatively smaller tits.
As the tit abuse contest went on, both women started to sob and bawl as their eyes filled with tears.
Vanessa had almost reached her limit, the pain at her tits was amost unbearable and she realized that Ariel was slowly taking the advantage. Suddently Vanessa's head snapped forward as she hit Ariel's nose with her forehead.
Shocked, Ariel released her hold on Vanessa's tits as her hands instinctively went for her nose.
Vanessa took advantage of Ariel distraction to tackle her down and sit on her belly, she grabbed Ariel's left wrist with her right hand and pinned it to the mat over Ariel's right shoulder, then she went for the other wrist and in the end Ariel found herself pinned on the mat, almost strangled by her own arms crossed under her chin.
"Give up Winter" said the still crying Vanessa "I don't want to hurt you anymore....but I will if you don't surrender now!"
"N...n...no...I won't..." 
"GIVE! UP!"
"N...NEVER!"
"GIVE! UP! NOW!"
"F...FUCK YOU!"
Slowly, almost as someone was forcing her, Vanessa lowered her mouth on Ariel's right boob, sinking her teeth in the soft titfles of her opponent and Ariel screamed bloody murder as Vanessa chewed her breast.
"I GIVE! I GIVE! STOP, PLEASE I GIVE UP!"
Vanessa got up, releasing Ariel who  crumpled in a fetal position sobbing uncontrollably while the mat was stained by the drops of blood from where Vanessa's theet pierced Ariel' skin.
And as she was proclaimed the winner, a tear eyed Vanessa finally let out a loud and animalistic scream of victory.

[Savant]

Retro Bout: Cyd Charisse vs Yvette Mimieux

Cyd swallowed hard. Her vision grew blurry, her eyes unfocused. The source of her agony? An incredibly tight sleeperhold champed securely around her throat by her arch rival Yvette Mimeux.

Cyd had only given up her back to her opponent for an instance but Yvette’s eyes widened and she pounced the moment the brunette had done so. Yvette had been practicing the sleeper hold on her boyfriend over and over in the weeks leading up to her match with Cyd. She had never been able to beat the brunette and she was counting on this move to bring her that elsuoive victory.

The sleeperhold had quickly toppled Cyd onto her knees. Yvette followed her down, pushing Cyd so she was folded in on herself. In addition to the breath stealing effect of the sleeperhold itself, the compression further squeezed the brunette’s lungs.

“Ohhhhhhhhh….” Cyd moaned. “Can’t breathe…can’t breathe!”

Yvette just smiled, and ground the sleeperhold event tighter, “cranking” it up.

“Say you give,” ordered the hardhearted blonde. “Give up and I’ll let you breathe.”

“No! Never!” said the proud brunette.

But the sleeperhold not only impeded her breathing. It stopped the blood flow to her brain. Sure enough she started getting dizzy. The hold robbed her of her greatest strength: her long legs, her flexibility, her speed. All she could feel was Yvette’s ropey little muscles pressing into her throat, pressing, pressing, pressing…

Cyd tried crawling to the ropes but Yvette stayed plastered on her back. After a few inches, Cyd collapsed. She was now completely prone, with Yvette lying on top of her.

“YES!” the blonde exclaimed happily. “You’re not going anywhere Cyd, nowhere! Now GIVE UP bitch.”

“No…no…” said the stubborn brunette quietly. She had always beaten the blonde in the past. She couldn’t accept that she was losing.

But losing she was. Yvette had trained carefully for this moment. She had mentally pictured it countless times. She was getting hot as she pressed tightly against Cyd. She could feel the strength gradually draining from the brunette’s body. She could see the pain and desperation on Cyd’s face. Her eyebrows arched, her mouth pouting. Yvette just kept the sleeper clamped on as tightly as possible. She started daydreaming a little about the things she was going to do with Cyd once the brunette passed out. She would tie her up and start working on Cyd’s pride and joy, her long legs

“Give!” she hissed in Cyd’s era.

Finally the pride was squeezed out of Cyd.

“Ok. OK.” whispered an utterly exhausted Cyd. “-I…give. I give…”

“YES! Now say I’m better than you!” ordered Yvette.

The proud brunette tried holding out for a bit longer, gritting her teeth but eventually the pressure to breathe unimpeded became unbearable.

“OK….you’re better…you’re better…just let me breathe…” pleaded Cyd, who started sobbing so desperate she was to breathe.

“Not quite yet, Cyddie. Say you suck!” laughed the hardhearted blonde.

But Cyd was beyond talking now. Her eyes rolled up in her head, then closed. The last dregs of consciousness escaping. Yvette’s vise-like grip had finally put her out.

But an excited Yvette wasn’t ready to let go yet. Not after all the defeats she had suffered at Cyd’s hands. She had found the key to defeating her now and she was not about to let o any time soon. She didn’t care about the permanent damage she might cause to Cyd. She didn’t care about the ref ordering her to let Cyd go or the crowd booing her. She just remained focused on Cyd’s knocked out face. She smiled. So this is what victory felt like!

[Jackflash Jump]

Fantastic stuff, Savant! 

Retro Bout: Cyd Charisse vs Yvette Mimieux

[Savant]

Thanks!

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[Ginny38]

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It's good to have a visual reference of names we all (well, mostly all) remember but can't actually pull up a mental picture when reading a story or filling out a poll.

The research and effort taken IS appreciated!

[Savant]

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez vs Ivanka Trump – Part 3

“Unghhhh!” Alexandria’s head went whipping as Ivanka tagged her with yet another punch to the jaw as the brunette was trapped in the ring corner, her arms hanging the bottom ropes. Ivanka took a moment to relish the dazed look on her rival’s face before resuming her punches. She wasn’t the hardest puncher but her slow, methodical blows were gradually beating Alexandria into a pulp.

But the truth of the matter is that Alexandria was defeated long before she got in the ring.

After their last match, which Ivanka had won thanks to some intervention by her repulsive father and thanks to an absolutely devastating breast smother, the blonde heiress had dragged Alexandria back to Trump Tower where she proceeded to torture the brunette Congresswoman from the Bronx for a solid week. Ivanka was absolutely merciless once she had the advantage over Alexandria. She kept her rival tied up and beat her from her from morning to night, knocking her out countless times. Eventually she beat Alexandria to the point where Ivanka didn’t even need to tie her up anymore. The brunette’s spirit, her will to fight back, was broken. That’s when Ivanka really started to have fun, trapping Alexandria in submission hold after submission hold, in particular every possible variation on the figure four head scissors, using her long legs to reduce Alexandria to a gurgling mess.

Overnight, she would leave Alaexndrai painfully tied up on the floor in a cold pantry room to ensure that she would get no rest and would still be exhausted the next morning. This pattern continued for days until Ivanka finally reduced Alaexndrai to the point where she would offer no resistance as Ivanka fucked her from behind over and over, sexually humiliating her and leaving her an exhausted, sweaty mess.

Finally, the time came for their pro-style rematch. Ivanka had tied up Alexandria and the two women were driven to the arena in Ivanka’s limousine. Alexandria was dressed in a skimpy, green silk teddy, while Ivanka was in a black bra, black panties and fishnet stockings. Both women were barefoot.

Ivan’s wrapped a leather choker around Alexandria’s slender neck and attached a leash to it. She marched Alexandria down the ramp, shocking the crowd who could see how beaten up and helpless Alexandria was. They booed lustily but the ice cold Ivanka relished the disapproval.

“Bunch of peasants,” she hissed. “Look at your champion now – tough girl from the Bronx, right? But I totally own her!”

When the two women entered the ring, the ref ordered Ivanka stop untie Alexandria and remove the leash. Once she had done so, he signaled for the timekeeper to ring the bell. The rematch was on!

The support from the crowd filled Alexandria with momentum and renewed energy. She was incredibly angry with how Ivanka had treated her and was determined to get revenge. As soon as the bell rang, she ran across the ring and launched herself at the blonde.

Ivanka was briefly overwhelmed as the brunette fired a series of forearm strikes and elbows at the blonde. However adrenaline could only go so far after a week of torture. Ivanka looped an arm around Alexandria’s neck before dropping her with a DDT, spiking the brunette’s head into the canvas and dazing her.

Even though Ivanka had been beating up Alexandria’s for a week now, even though the brunette was essentially a ragdoll at this point, she still lacked confidence. She was spooked by the possibility of Alexandria making a comeback. So she wasn’t taking any chances and was fully prepared to use weapons and cheat.

Ivanka signaled to her attendants to pass her a syringe she had brought with her. Ivanka jabbed it into the downed Alexandria’s left buttock, injecting her with a sedative.

“No! No!” Alexandria protested. Ivanka had periodically drugged her like this over the past week. She knew this was robbing her of any chance to fight back. The drugs quickly started taking effect, making Alexandria even more sluggish. Her eyes started rolling and became unfocused, like she was drunk.

A delighted Ivanka then bullied the brunette into the ring corner and stated firing right and left crosses into Alexandria’s jaw, tagging her over and over, which is where we came in. After every punch, she would reposition Alexandria’s face, so she was set up for another blow.

Once she had further softened up Alexandria this way, she cocked back her arm and fired her hardest punch yet - not in Alexandria’s face this time - but directly in her chest. Heart punch! A look of shock came over Alexandria’s face. She had never felt such pain before. It felt an electric shock radiate from her chest to the tips of her toes, before everything went numb.

“Shot to the heart!” Ivanka laughed, singing the Bon Jovi song.

Ivanka then signaled to her corner again and they handed her a thick, burlap rope. She quickly wrapped it around Alexandria’s neck, choking her. The ref protested but Ivanka just ignored him. She knew an arena-full of fans were here to see this match and there was no way the ref was going to end it with a disqualification. Not without giving the crowd their money’s worth. Alexandria’s eyes bulged open and she started coughing as the trope cut off her breathing. She kicked her legs and stamped her feet in protest but the choke quickly overwhelmed her and she became limp and floppy. Ivanka would periodically tighten the rope, biting it into Alexandria’s throat even more tightly. Finally she released it with a flourish, allowing Alexandria to collapse onto the mat.

A heartless, unrelenting Ivanka then wrapped her long legs around Alexandria’s throat, locking on a figure four headscissors.

“Urkkkk! Alexandria’s gasped as the blonde quickly ramped up the hold to knockout intensity. “No….please…not this…not this….” she whimpered. But Ivanka just smiled. She would periodically lift her hips off the map, producing even more unbearable pressure on Alexandria’s neck. Again, as with the the rope choke, she brough Alexandria’s right to the brink of passing out before releasing her. She delighted in keeping Alexandria’s right of the brink of unconsciuousness without quite crossing the threshold.

Ivanka then proceeded to apply painful joint locks to Alexandria, and every possible variation of an arm buster or arm wringer to the brunette’s right arm. She particularly enjoyed trapping Alexandria’s arm in the rope and yanking it down violently over the top cable. This quickly brought Alexandria to tears as the pain radiated down from her shoulder to her fingertips. She winced her eyes in pain, every time Ivanka placed a new agonizing hold on her trapped limb.

After several long minutes of this, Ivanks lifted up Alexandria to her very unsteady feet. The Congresswoman swayed in place barely able to stand before Ivanka swung a lusty roundhouse right into the brunette’s jaw, breaking it! Alexandria topped onto her back, moaning in pain.

Finally, Ivanka started herself over the prone brunette and applied the piece de resistance, the breast smother. She wrapped both her arms around Alexandria’s head and lifted it up into her big tots, quickly eclipsing all light from the brunette’s yes. After the week of torture, after multiple concussions. After the rope choke and the figure four, Alexandria was little more than jelly now. Her hands weakly and pathetically pushed against Ivanka’s hips but could not get any separation between herself and her rival. Ivanka just kept feeding her tit, over and over, not letting the brunette get even the slightest bit of oxygen.

“Suck on those tits loser, I know you can’t get enough of them,” taunted the blonde.  T

The effect was inevitable and Alexandria’s succumbed, slipping into darkness.  The ref checked her arm but there was no sign of life. Alexandria’s was knocked the fuck out!

Finally after another minute or so, Ivanka languidly peeled her breasts off Alexandria’s face, allowing her head to thump onto the canvas unceremoniously. A triumphant Ivanka then signaled to her crew to bring her a camera. She took numerous selfies of herself posing over the defeated Alexandria, applying submission holds on her and displaying her knocked out form. She particularly enjoyed grabbing Alexandria by her long brown hair and showing off the drool-stained face of her defeated enemy to the crowd.

“Thank you SOOOOOO much for this rematch, tough girl. Guess this shows once and for all who’s better. I really had fun showing everyone how much you’re my bitch!” said Ivanka, planting a big kiss on the unconscious Alexandria’s cheek.

[NicoleS]

FLASHBACK 2004 -  Alyson Hann.igan vs Michelle Trachtenberg



Perhaps the one person who was more excited about Michelle Trachtenberg’s birthday, other than Michelle herself, was her fellow Buffy alumni, Alyson Hann.igan. The newly-turned eighteen year old had become somewhat of a hellion on the set of Buffy during the last season, something which had miraculously avoided becoming the talk of the press even years after the show had left the airwaves. Alyson had a smirk across her face as she made her way towards the ring a few months following Michelle’s special day, having waited oh-so-patiently for the brunette upstart to finally come of age; she was going to teach her younger woman a lesson in humility that neither actress would soon forget. At least, that was the plan...

Instead, it was now Alyson’s grimacing face that was pressed further against the mat, as the youthful brunette straddled her redheaded adversary as Alyson soon realised she had been hustled. She had wanted to be the first woman to confront and beat the future brunette firebrand; Alyson had assumed the young woman had been nothing more than a all-talk, no-bite braggart, but her presumptions would soon spell her destruction. For the first half of their confrontation, Hann.igan had been conducting the tempo of the fight. Leaning backwards on the palm of her hands, the redheaded beauty had eventually managed to lock her ankles around Michelle’s slender neck. The muscles in Alyson’s deeply-toned thighs had soon become apparent as she managed to pull the inexperienced - or so she thought - brunette to the floor as Michelle’s forehead rebounded off the carpet.

Dazed from the blow, Trachtenberg could only watch as Alyson then fell onto Michelle’s back, cupping her hands beneath her opponent’s head, dug her taut ass against the small of Michelle’s back and pulled. Michelle groaned as her head was pulled upwards at an ungodly angle, eyes fluttering towards the ceiling lights as her body was unnaturally bent into a C-like curvature. Her lovely breasts continuously threatened to pop out of the tight black tank-top she had worn as her once-modest cleavage grew more noticeable by the second - much to the audience’s satisfaction. She wanted to hike up her top to save herself from the inevitable nip slip she knew would come, but Alyson had the brunette’s arms completely locked down. Michelle shrieked like a banshee as she bucked wildly against the devastating camel clutch, only able to yank one arm free of her imposed contortion after enduring almost five minutes of pure misery.

After delivering an elbow to the redhead’s own chin, the fuming Trachtenberg managed to regain a vertical stance as she fixed a narrow-eyed glare on her tormentor. It was from that moment on that Alyson began to rethink her earlier bravado. And soon...

"AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" the redheaded beauty gritted her teeth sharply as she felt her proud abs beginning to falter. Despite the pain-racked expression evident on Hann.igan’s face, she refused to gift Michelle’s ears with an actual scream.

“You know what’s great about having taken ballet classes?” Michelle asked with a faux smile upon her face as her slender thighs closed in like a boa constrictor around Alyson’s poor midsection, “It makes squeezing short bitches like you an absolute breeze.” She powered down harder, her powerful lower body grinding Alyson’s agonized frame back and forth as the redhead was repeatedly jackknifed by every wicked pulse.

Hann.igan was panting heavily by now, her red locks matted to her forehead as her hands strove desperately to pry apart her tormentor’s unrelenting limbs. Finding her efforts to budge Michelle’s gams proving completely ineffective, Alyson’s head snapped upwards to offer the brunette a venomous glare as she spat at the younger woman,

“You stupid little whore… get the hell off me right now... or next time I’ll show you how hard... a real woman’s legs can squeeze,” Alyson growled. Trachtenberg bore down even harder in response, indifferent to the threat she posed to Hann.igan’s body as the redhead’s screams echoed throughout the small penthouse.

“You really should act more… politely, considering the position that you’re in,” Michelle emphasized the slight pause of words with another pulse of her thighs, before unlocking her limbs from around Alyson’s waist and climbing to her feet. The wheezing redhead’s breasts heaved up and down as Hann.igan massaged her throbbing rib cage, fearful that a bone had been misaligned by the crushing power of Michelle’s legs. Meanwhile, Michelle ran a hand down her smooth thighs as she marveled in her latest conquest, but knew that her work was not quite finished. She knelt downwards and grabbed a fistful of Alyson’s hair, yanking the blonde’s head forward until her defiant eyes met Michelle’s own as she continued to breathe heavily, “If I wanted to do so, I could crush you like a fucking bug and I wouldn’t even break a sweat. So I'll settle for breaking your winning streak instead."

Red-faced and red hair both lined with sweat, Alyson screamed, demanded, swore, pleaded and did just about anything she could as Michelle's python-like thighs agonizingly squeezed every last drop of breath from her. With one final pulse of her killer thighs, Alyson's midsection was compressed harder than ever as her body trembled from the incredible power. After half a minute of writhing in pain between the youthful brunette's sleek thighs, Alyson at last passed out as her head slumped against Michelle's chest, involuntarily drooling against her conqueror’s breasts. Michelle released her hold as she stood up, and rested her foot on top of her beaten opponent as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead.

[Jackflash Jump]

FLASHBACK 2002:  Beverley Mitchell vs Lacey Chabert



It had been touted as a "Battle of Signature Moves", but thus far Beverley had been able to thwart every attempt by Lacey to execute one of her devastating suplexes, while Chabert had blocked every effort from Mitchell to land one of her stunning tomahawk chops.  However, as the grueling struggle wore on, it became inevitable that one diminutive beauty would manage to penetrate the defenses of the other.  And so it was when at last Beverley connected with a pair of tomahawks flush to Lacey's forehead, the side of her hand striking with hammer blows.  Chabert managed to stay upright, but the glaze that came over her eyes made it obvious she was momentarily stunned.

To deliver her third...and, she expected, match-ending...chop, Beverley climbed up on a nearby sofa and carefully balanced herself on the armrest.  She then leapt into the air and came down at her target, her tomahawk strike connecting squarely upon Chabert's forehead.  Astonishingly, Lacey did not collapse to the floor, but she reeled about on trembling legs, struggling to remain conscious.

Beverley's face twisted into an unhappy scowl as her most vaunted move had thus far failed to earn her the victory.  But then a sly smile came upon her lips and a twinkle lit up her eyes.  Stepping up to the still-staggered Chabert, Mitchell purred, "Anything you can do, I can do better"

And the blonde then proceeded to demonstrate just that; wrapping her arms around her rival, she pulled their glistening bikini-clad bodies close, their torsos pressed tight together.  Then with a grunt, Beverley hoisted Lacey up and flipped her over, executing a textbook belly-to-belly suplex, humiliating Chabert by hitting her with her own favorite finisher.  Taking the full brunt of the impact as she hit the floor, the brunette's body puddled to liquid as she lay there softly moaning, her heavily-lidded eyes betraying no comprehension.  Unable or unwilling to suppress her smile of supreme self-satisfaction, Beverley stood up and planted a foot on the heaving chest of her devastated opponent and claimed her hard-earned victory with a flex of her arms.