[NicoleS]

Dakota Blue Richards VS Ariel Winter



Part 1

Dakota Blue Richards leaned back before slamming her huge assets directly against those of Ariel Winter, forcing the brunette against the wall as Dakota’s tits forced Ariel’s inward. Dakota followed through with an onslaught of tit slams, swinging her boobs left and right as they smacked Winter’s rack around like two large speed balls. Turns out Ariel had some things to say between rehearsals of a new movie in which both girls were starring. Ariel had joked that the Brit’s tits ought to receive separate billing for how much they helped her get this role. Well, that threw Dakota right over the edge. So when Ariel went back to her dressing room to shower between takes, Dakota had snuck in from behind... guns a-blazing, so to speak.

“Ugh! That’s enough, bitch!” Ariel grunted. She arched her back out as she thrust out her bra-clad jugs, which collided with Dakota’s bigger chest just as the blonde went for another slam. A loud smack echoed through the dressing room as Dakota shrieked, knocked back from the surprising power of Ariel’s ample breasts. Dakota didn’t fall over though, surprisingly. She kept her balance despite being sent tumbling a step or two.

“You downgraded your tits because you didn’t like all the attention they brought, but now they’re in the public eye more than ever! If you were going to flaunt them so much, you should have kept them as F cups instead of these puny little things,” Dakota taunted as she flicked Ariel’s left tit with her fingers, before thrusting her larger boobs back into the brunette’s as Ariel moaned aloud, “Now you’re gonna learn what happens when little girls like you try to pick a fight with a more endowed woman like me!”

Ariel tried to arch her back out as well, but with Dakota’s larger, heavier bust pressing against her own, the American girl was effectively pinned. To complicate matters worse, Dakota scooped up Ariel’s arms and slammed them over top the 21 year old’s head, holding them against the wall. Both girl’s were breathing heavily as their sizable cleavages were lined with sweat, Ariel’s much more apparent as her big tits heaved up and down while she struggled to free herself from Dakota’s strong grip.

“What’s the matter, Miss Big Tits? These double Ds too much for ya to handle?” Dakota laughed in her haughty English accent as she pushed her breasts harder against Ariel’s, threatening to engulf Ariel’s proud jugs with her own. In one fluid motion, she then abandoned Ariel’s arms and scooped the girl up into a grueling bearhug, continuing to crush Ariel’s tits with her own as she swung the brunette around and down to the floor. Dakota landed on top of Ariel, her huge DDs slamming directly on top of Ariel’s outmatched Ds like two wrecking balls as Ariel nearly screamed.

“Ughhhhhhhh, you’re crushing my fucking tits!” Ariel pleaded as Dakota pressed her advantage harder against Ariel’s chest, while her one hand once again held Ariel’s arms behind her head.

“Never thought you’d be the one saying that, huh, Ariel?” Dakota laughed. She used her free hand to unclasp her bra, which Ariel noticed was struggling to contain Dakota’s endowments. The blonde threw her bra to the floor beside the two, exposing her massive breasts in all their splendor. They looked even bigger without the bra on, Ariel thought to herself as she blushed, “Oh, you like these?” Dakota grinned as she cupped one of her huge tits, bending down until they were just inches from Ariel’s doe-eyed face, “They aren’t as big as yours were before the reduction, but it looks like I’m the bustier one between us now, love. Hey, since you can’t handle me tit to tit, let’s see who has the best breast smother!”

Before Ariel could protest, Dakota grabbed Ariel by the back of the head and pressed her massive boobs against Ariel’s face. MMMMMFFFFFFFFF!! Ariel moaned as she stomped her feet in protest. Dakota’s breasts covered the girl’s entire mouth and nose easily. Looking down, Dakota could see Ariel’s eyelids struggling to remain open as the brunette thrashed for air, but the Brit’s smother was proving to be incredibly effective.

Dakota continued her smother, switching to using just one of her huge tits to increase the humiliation. As Ariel tried to scream, Dakota stuffed her giant boob into the younger girl's mouth and forced her to suck it, but it was way too big for Ariel to handle. “How ya liking my tit, huh, Ariel? You’re gonna have to open wider than that, love!” Dakota yelled as her laughter filled Ariel’s ears.

Ariel's scream was muffled by the huge boob in her mouth as Dakota’s single tit robbed her of air. Eventually, the brunette’s body began to convulse as she was nearing unconsciousness, yet Dakota absolutely refused to relent. Ariel continued to buck wildly in panic beneath her buxom foe, but she lacked the strength necessary to throw the blonde off. Soon enough, Ariel stopped moving entirely as she slipped into dream land. Dakota stood up after pressing her tit harder into Ariel’s face, just to make sure the brunette was indeed out like a light. Dakota stands up and plants a foot atop Ariel's conquered bosom, and strikes a pose as dozens of cameras flashes engulf her. She looked into one of the cameras pointed her way and cups her breasts with both hands, inaudibly challenging anyone else to give them a better challenge.

[boobytrap]

NicoleS you're the MVP of this thread

[Jackflash Jump]

Melissa Debling vs Kaley Cuoco



When busty British bombshell Melissa made the jump across the Atlantic, it was with the stated goal of fighting and defeating one woman, Kaley.  The American blonde accepted the challenge without hesitation, confident her skill and experience would prove too much for the English battler.

Such confidence on the part of both women may have been premature, but it was not unwarranted, as the two blondes battles to a veritable stalemate, their lush bodies glistening with sweat as they grunted and grappled the length and breadth of the mansion's spacious living room.  At this moment, those bodies strained as they struggled in a test of strength, arms trembling as each was determined to drive the other to her knees.

The moments ticked by as they remained locked in this impasse, neither able to overcome the other.  But what unnoticed by all...most of all Cuoco...was that her rival was slowly sliding her right foot forward.  Finally, Debling managed to get the ball of her foot over her opponent's toes, and she pressed down as hard as she could.  The sudden sharp pain to her toes caused Kaley to shriek, and with her focus momentarily shattered, she was too slow to offer resistance as Melissa was able to twist her hands back, forcing the American girl to sink to her knees.  This was bad enough, but the smug smirk on Debling's face was all the more infuriating for Cuoco, who cursed under her breath for being outwitted this way.

The Brit was more than adept enough at combat strategy to know that her adversary's mind was fervently racing through means of turning the tide, and she wasn't about to give the Yank the opportunity to try any of them.  With a lightning-fast motion, she drove her right knee up, smashing it into the chin of Kaley, whose head snapped back with a grunted gasp, and the glaze that came over her eyes made it plain she was in a state of daze.

Still holding her opponent's hands and keeping her on her knees, Debling now began to throw short kicks into Kaley's 34C's.  "Are those what pass for impressive here in the States?  Pathetic," she taunted, malice dripping from every deceptively honeyed tone.  With each blow, Cuoco gave a sharp gasp of pain, her reserves of strength dwindling rapidly under the assault.

Now the Brit released her rival's hands and with a shove of her foot to the chest pushed Kaley onto her back.  Straddling the American's stomach as she sits down, Melissa peels off her bikini top, revealing her 32FF's in all of their glory.  "Here now luv, let me show you what impressive is" she says as she leans forward, pressing Couco's arms to the floor as her breasts envelope the embattled blonde's face, burying it deep within the sweaty, satiny prison.  Kaley's muffled cries of panic and protest avail her naught, nor do her frantic squirmings beneath her oppressor.  Soon enough, Cuoco goes silent and her body grows limp.  Debling lifts her chest up just enough for her breasts to dangle over the face of her victim, and she tauntingly slaps the sides of the American's cheeks with them.

Confident of triumph, Melissa strips off Kaley's own halter top, revealing her bosom, which is already purpling with bruises from the battering they took.  Standing up, she holds the captured garment up over her head as a trophy of war and she stomps her foot down maliciously of Cuoco's orbs and strikes her victory pose, the British invader having conquered America's sweetheart.

[Savant]

Michelle Rodriguez vs Mackenzie Davis: Taped Fist, Jeans and Tanktop Boxing Match

 
Michelle advanced upon Mackenzie. The brunette was exhausted but she knew the blonde was on her last legs. The barefoot, taped fist bout between the two had been going on for close to an hour. Though Mackenzie was in great shape after training for her role in “Terminator’ Dark Victory” she had never been in a fight that last this long, whereas Michelle was an experienced fighter,

Although Mackenzie had been dominant at first, gradually Michelle had started asserting more and more control, tagging the blonde with straight rights and lefts, stunning jabs and the occasional jarring uppercut. Michelle also interspersed these blows with some dirty tactics, knees and open hand slaps to Mackenzie’s cxnt mostly. Mackenzie tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head, when Michelle sent another stinging blow into her left jaw.

“Ungghhh! Mackenze gasped, as a stream of blood shot from her mouth. She put her hands up to try and fend of Michelle but the brunette quickly fired a right cross and another left, wobbling the blonde’s legs.

Michelle, quickly wrapped one arm around the blonde’s hips pulling her in close. Michelle then started firing punch after punch into Mackenzie’s tummy. She was able to stare directly into Mackenzie’s face as never new punch speared the blonde’s solar plexus. Mackenzie eyebrows arched in pain. Her eyes were in shock, like she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. The hardhearted Michelle did not relent though. She kept laying in more and more punches, slow, methodical, heavy blows that softened up Mackenzie’s toned abs.

Finally, the blonde pooled onto her knees, her forehead on the mat, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. She rocked back and forth in pain, moaning. A pleased Michelle let the blonde just squirm in pain for a few minutes before she lifted Mackenzie’s face up and rocketing a killer uppercut right on the button.

The devastating blow laid out Mackenzie, she spilled onto her back, her arms flayed open. Her face was heavily bruised, a trial of blood dribbling out of the corner of her mouth and pooling onto the mat below.

A very tired Michelle stretched herself over the prone Mackenzie. The brunette lifted the blonde’s head up with a handful of hair, rag-dolling her. Mackenzie’s eyes were still open but not registering anything anymore. It was questionable whether she where she was. She might not even know her own name at this point, so relentlessly had Michelle beaten her up.

‘Fuckin’ puta,” said Michelle, before spitting in her face.

[Savant]

Margaret Qualley vs Dakota Fanning: Endgame

Margaret’s head went swiveling, her long brown hair flying, as Dakota’s sharp little fist exploded into her jaw. The brunette’s long legs went wobbly as the blow sapped them of strength. A look of surprise was on her face, as if she was trying to figure out where she was or what had just happened to her.

“BAM!” another fist rocked her.

“BAM!” Another.

Dakota smiled. She saw that Margaret was going out and started carefully measuring her shots now for maximum effect.

“No,” Margaret mumbled faintly.

“YES!” Dakota hissed, before smashing another blow into Margaret’s jaw.

The latest blow sent Margaret reeling back into the ropes. Dakota quickly took advantage of the opportunity and tied up Margaret’s arms between the middle and top ropes. Margaret was truly trapped now and Dakota went to town.

She smashed Margaret in the face with her heaviest punch.

Then another.

Then another.

Then another.

Then another.

Margaret slumped down onto her knees but her tied-up arms kept her in place and unable to escape the rain of blows. Dakota just kept teeing off on her. She was getting hot as her first kept blowing into Margaret’s pretty face. Soon enough both of Margaret’s eyes were darkened. A combination of blood and drool trickled out of her mouth.

The hardhearted Dakota grabbed Margaret by a handful of hair and lifted up her head. The brunette’s mouth hung open. Her eyebrows were arched, her eyes shut.

Dakota was panting with the exertion of all the punches she had fired but she was so pleased with the damage she had inflicted on her arch rival.

Things were reaching a climax now.

Dakota removed the fingerless leather gloves that Margaret had worn for the fight and slipped them onto her own hands. “You won’t need these anymore” she said cruelly. Her firsts were red and swollen from the beating she had inflicted on Margaret and needed the extra protection.

“Time’s up Margaret. We’ve gone back and forth for years but Im through playing with you now. It’s over between us. I’m the winner. And you’re a loser. I own you. You’ve always been a loser. Any victories you ever scored over me were flukes. This just proves it.”

Any opportunity for Margaret to object to this trash talking was quickly snuffed.

CRACK! A right cross exploded into Margaret’s jaw.

“CRACK!” a left.

“CRACK!” a right .

A thoroughly dazed Margaret could do nothing now. She was barely aware of where she was. All she could feel was the sharp blows in her jaw every time that Dakota tagged her and then the ringing that shook her skull afterwards.

“CRACK!” a left.

“CRACK! A right.

Every blow sent Margaret’s hair flying as her head was rocked.

“CRACK! A right.

“CRACK! A right.

“CRACK! A right.

“CRACK! A right.

“CRACK! A right.

Finally Margaret’s jaw was broken! She gurgled as a long line of bloody drool dripped from her mouth onto her breasts. Her head dropped completely, her long hair covering her face. Her beautiful long legs were tucked underneath her, offering no support.

“Finally. FINALLLY!” shouted a triumphant, gleeful Dakota.

Dakota once again grabbed Margaret by the hair and lifted up her head, displaying her beaten and bruised face to the crow.

Dakota then posed for a long series of photographs, showing off her prize to the crowd. She then whipped out a stick of lipstick and wrote on Margaret’s head: LOSER and DAKOTA’S BITCH on her tummy.

Finally, she untangled Margaret’s arms from the ropes and let her enemy pool bonelessley onto the mat

Despite all the trash talking and posing, Dakota was traumatized by memories of the times she had lost fights to Margaret. In particular she was haunted by the many times she had been trapped by Margaret’s long dancer’s legs in suffocating figure four headscissors. She membered the panicky feeling that would overcome her as the blood flow was cut to her brain and darkness overwhelmed her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought back on these bitter losses.

But that was all over now…

Dakota straddled Margaret’s hips, and pulled back her arm, cocking her fist. A totally knocked out Margaret could do nothing to defend herself. She had made a serious mistake taking this match. At the end of the day, she couldn’t match the killer instinct of the blonde. The brunette’s beating wasn’t quite over yet though, and Dakota’s ultimate triumph still awaited…

[ernest31]

Beautiful story

[Savant]

Thanks!

Beautiful story

[EJB]

She lay flat on her back wondering how she had gotten here. The two women were stunningly similar. Nearly the same height, similar body type, unusual names,etc. Their career paths rarely crossed, but they had fought many times with Charlize undefeated against Saffron, each performance more dominant than the last.

She was surprised, but ultimately confident, when the challenge for a sexfight came from the brunette. A sexfight win over a sultry lesbian with a great body would be yet another feather in her hat. What had happened was unfathomable to the small crowd gathered for the penthouse condo event. The brunette had dominated from the outset.

That led to the current moment. Charlize was flat on her back. Their lips were melded together, tongues dancing and darting between. Four small, pert breasts were joined at the nipple, swelling slightly between the two bodies. Abs rippled against abs. Their thighs bulged against each other as the brunette's calves were wrapped in a lightly held grapevine against the blonde's. Most importantly in the moment, their meaty flowers were suctioned together as their love buds dueled in clitoral combat.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!!"

A moan and a squeal was the signal to all that the event was over. Charlize's body convulsed in orgasmic bliss as her conqueror rode her through the climax with practiced expertise.

"Your turn."

The command was simple and obeyed without hesitation. The blonde located the offending pussy just above her face and went to work bringing the other woman to orgasm as a reward for her stellar, one-sided victory. Charlize Theron would still be the queen of the long and lean sexpots to the public at large, but at least a few of the Hollywood elite would know that Saffron Burrows had owned her with ease.

[hasteisofthedevil]

                                                                Emma Watson vs Maisie Williams – A classic revenge tale


The story takes place in 2015.

Emma Watson
Age: 25
Height: 1.65m (5’5”)
Weight: 53Kg (117 lbs)

Maisie Williams:
Age: 18
Weight: 51kg (112 lbs)
Height: 1.55m (5’1”)



Emma entered the ring confidently in a white spots bra and black yoga pants glancing at Maisie who has wearing a black bandeau bra and panties. Emma wanted a real opponent and was annoyed that an “amateur” such as Maisie was being matched up against her.

“It’s time to teach you some class” Emma exhaled...

And it was the last thing she said for the night. The match didn’t go in Emma’s favour and she didn’t get to show of any of her so called “skills” as Maisie decimated her at will. The shorter girl ducked under and dodges most of Emma’s punches, responding with clean belly strikes, then following with kicks to her hips, colouring the girls mid-section black and blue for four rounds in a row.

When she was done and Emma was limping and dragging herself around the ring, Maisie was ready to draw some blood. A few more strikes to Emma’s belly were enough to drive her to ropes and Maisie begun with a left-right jabbing series all over Emma’s face only to be stopped by the bell a minute into the beating, leaving her opponent with a bloody lip, nose and a small gash on her cheek.

Going into round 5 Emma was barely on her feet, she took her time getting of the stool while Maisie was jumping around and stretching. A full 90 seconds go by with Maisie jabbing, circling around Emma, flanking and combining punches and kicks. Emma either very late to react or completely unresponsive making Maisie free to strike wherever she wants. Back to the ropes is, Maisie continues jabbing upstairs and down, now using her knees to leave a few more bruises around Emma’s midsection, going back upstairs with hooks and crosses. Another minute passes with Maisie mercilessly beating her opponent. 

The referee has seen enough, moves in an stops the fight declaring Maisie a clear winner.

Watson not so big on words after the fight, refusing to talk to the press and limping back to her locker room.




This is my first contribution to the site, hope I'm doing it right.

[Dario]

Great story, you did it!. Fine, many thanks.

[Jackflash Jump]

This is my first contribution to the site, hope I'm doing it right.

Welcome to the group, Alicia!  We're all looking forward to more great stories from you. 

[Jackflash Jump]

Kaley Cuoco vs Ashley Tisdale



Within the elite celebrity catfighting circle exists an even more elite sub-clique:  the CBS group.  Founded in the early 1950s, it restricts its combatants to actresses who appear in CBS television series (or those of the network's subsidiaries, the CW and Showtime).  Matches are held in a private floor in the network's New York City skyscraper headquarters, known as the 'Black Rock'.

For 12 years, the preeminent combatant in this group was the undisputed darling of the network, Kaley Cuoco.  And although her series, The Big Bang Theory, had at last gone off the air, such is the admiration for Kaley that she was given the unique honor of being a 'CBS Emeritus'...meaning that she can continue to wrestle for them for as long as she wishes.

That fact doesn't sit well with certain other actresses, who feel that Cuoco has seized the spotlight for far too long.  There's more than a trace of envy in this attitude, to be sure, but also a legitimate sense that Kaley's being shown a special privilege that no other woman had enjoyed before.  But for one CBS newcomer, she couldn't be happier that Kaley was still around.

Ashley Tisdale had been gravely disappointed to hear that TBBT was ending its long run on the air just before Tisdale's new show, Carol's Second Act, debuted on the network.  So she was overjoyed when Cuoco received her emeritus status, and promptly made a challenge.  Duly accepted, both blondes found themselves in Manhattan for the confrontation.  Whisked up separately in a private elevator car denied to those who were not invited to tonight's confrontation, both beauties found a luxurious penthouse sumptuously decorated, with private dressing rooms for both of them, and a large living room for them to do battle.

Kaley had heard of Ashley's determination to usurp her in the network's catfight hierarchy, of course, and as the two emerged into the room garbed in their bikinis to battle, the veteran gave a condescending smile and said, "I heard you want to be the Queen.  Well, you can be my throne instead."  Tisdale merely smiled back in her most supercilious way and purred, "Wait and see."

If those in attendance thought that Ashley's words were just cocky bravado, they were very quickly taught otherwise...as was Kaley, who wasn't expecting her fellow blonde to be such a hellion!  To the onlookers, it seemed to be a battle of equals as the two fought to a veritable stalemate for ten...fifteen...twenty minutes.  "I always knew you were a pathetic joke," Ashley grunted as they struggled.  "And tonight I've going to prove it!"   For Kaley it was much more distressing, as she knew she was giving it her all, and only just achieving a standstill.  She knew that if she couldn't put Tisdale away soon, she would be too exhausted to continue fighting.  In desperation she throws a haymaker punch, hoping to send Ashley sprawling to the floor.

However, Tisdale deftly ducks under the blow as Cuoco's fists hits nothing but empty air.  Driving her shoulder into her adversary's belly and wrapping her arms around Kaley's waist, Ashley with a grunt lifts her rival up, onto to slam her onto her back a moment later, the impact knocking the air from the victim's lungs.  Kaley lay there moaning, eyes glassy and half-lidded, as Ashley went for her coup de grâce:  Standing over her opponent's body, Tisdale turned around until she was facing Kaley's legs.  She then sat down hard, her butt slamming down upon Cuoco's 34C's, knocking what scant air she still had from her searing lungs.  Ashley then wriggled her hips and slid her body backward until her derrière settled down snugly over Kaley's sweat-soaked face.  Cuoco's body squirms, her hands slapping at the thighs of her oppressor, but she is far too spent to effect any sort of escape.  A self-satisfied smile upon her face, Ashley grinds her hips to further taunt her victim.  Soon enough, Cuoco's lush body ceases to move altogether.

Victorious, Ashley rises up off her conquered rival's body.  Standing over Cuoco, Tisdale stomps a foot upon her heaving chest and presses it down; looking at the network executives who gaze in worshipfulness at her, the triumphant blonde declares, "All hail your new Queen of CBS!"

[EJB]

Winter and Breslin



Eve and Atwell



The Brits had worked well as a team from the start. They took the challenge of the two younger Americans, accepting their rules of a tornado tag with all four women competing nude simultaneously and agreeing that the match could only end with a member of the losers knocked out with a breast smother. The blondes and the brunettes faced off to start, the younger women challenging their older opponents to go tit-to-tit. Alice grinned as her breasts easily overwhelmed Abigail's, while Haley could hide the concern on her face as Ariel's jugs punched into hers slightly.

Ariel yelled switch, and the opposing pairs met with nearly identical results. The young blonde was clearly the least firm in the ring while the young brunette seemed to have a slight, but definite advantage. Ariel again tried to control things, going for a bearhug on the taller blonde, only to catch a knee to the crotch. Being quickly disposed of, the London team began picking apart who they considered the weaker link, pummeling Breslin all over the ring. Seeing their other adversary making her way back into the ring, Atwell grabbed the American screamer and launched her head first into the post, the starlet essentially knocked out on the floor.

Seeing their chance, the two 37 year olds attacked Ms. Winter's famous globes with fury, fists and claws beating the flesh bloody and raw. Leaving their shorter foe leaned up against the turnbuckle, the British women cupped and displayed their breasts as they paraded around the ring soaking in the adoration of the audience on hand. Hayley set the mood with a shout, "Time for miss piggy to see the famous London Fog!" The crowd roared, anticipating the finishing maneuver that Alice and Hayley had been promising since the match had been set.

They pulled Ariel to the middle of the ring, Hayley in front of her and Alice behind. Hayley lined her tits up with the face of her shorter foe, moving into a bit of a standing tit smother. Instead of wrapping her arms around the back of the youngster's head, she placed them on the shoulders of her teammate. At that, Alice moved forward, her tits coming around the back of Ariel's head and locking up at the nipples with her teammate, and wrapped her arms around Hayley's back, creating a 4 tit vacuum seal around the head of the younger fighter. To everyone's enjoyment, as the younger, shorter fighter struggled to breathe, the two Brits sealed it with a kiss, their tongues dancing from mouth to mouth, until finally they could no longer hold up their opponent and allowed Ariel to crash to the mat unconscious.

As the bell rang, signifying their victory, the brunette whispered smilingly to her blonde partner, "Her tits were really doing a number on yours while mine stood up to them just fine." Alice kept her smile, not daring to show her irritation, but thought to herself that Hayley may need her tits straightened out soon if she didn't watch it.

[Jackflash Jump]

great job with another Kaley match.  Is it just me or does it seem that Kaley, who in my opinion never really proved herself against anyone except some occasional matches with Kat, as that great of a fighter as of late.  She seems to be heading towards "jobber" status at this point.  Just look at the past couple of matches, it is tough with matches going away when people drop off, but a quick scan seems to show  her better days are behind her.  Or am I missing something?

You may be on to something there, Maxx.  I myself have no grand plan for Kaley...when I use her, I let my muse tell me which way the match should go.  So perhaps she's past her peak and heading toward jobberdom...or maybe she'll be reinvigorated and claw her way back up to the top.  I guess only time will tell. 

[Jackflash Jump]

Flashback 1979:  The Landers Sisters (Audrey & Judy) vs Pink Lady (Mie & Kei)
HWA Tag Team Championship Match



It was as the match neared the 30 minute mark that it began to spiral out of control.  The high flying style of visiting Japanese superstars Mie Nemoto and Kei Masuda had proved vexing to Audrey and Judy Landers, who found themselves relying more and more upon rougher tactics as the match progressed.  Of course, as they swiftly learned, the deceptively sweet looking Asian girls were more than happy to resort to dirty tricks to fight fire with fire.

Things were chaotic both in and out of the ring now; at ringside, Judy and Mie were trading judo chops, both staggered by the chest-thumping blows.  In the ring itself were the two legal contestants of the moment, Audrey and Kei.  Audrey has just hoisted her opponent up for a body slam, but Masuda managed to wriggle free and slip down the American's back.  Momentarily confused, Audrey pauses just a few heartbeats before whirling around to face her foe...but that was all the time Kei needed to reach into a hidden pocket in the cleavage of her ring suit, pull out a small plastic bag, and hurl the contents...salt...into the blonde's face.  The referee doesn't see the illegal act, but the sudden shriek from Landers, followed by her staggering backwards, knuckles furiously rubbing her eyes to clear them, indicates her evident distress.

Wasting no time, the Japanese battler scales up the turnbuckles of the nearest corner, perches precariously upon the top ropes, and then flings herself into the air, delivering a cross body splash that flattens Audrey to the canvas.  In a blur of motion, Kei hooks a leg...and grabs a handful of the blonde's tights just to make certain she doesn't kick out...and the referee drops to his knees to start the three count.  From ringside Judy sees what is transpiring and dives under the bottom rope to save her sister, but suddenly finds her forward motion halted and then reversed as Mie grabs her around the thighs and drags her back out of the ring.

And three seconds later, the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance has new tag team champions!

As Pink Lady strut around the ring holding aloft their newly-won leather and gold, Judy climbs into the ring to help her sister up, and both of them get in the face of the ref, furiously contesting their loss.  Suddenly their battle senses flare and they whirl around...but only to be met by Mie and Kei slamming the belts down across their foreheads.  The blondes are left splayed across the mat, blood staining their golden hair and trickling down their faces, and have to be carried out of the ring on stretchers, and the new Champs bask in the boos and jeers of the fans.


Flashback 2000:  Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Rachel Bilson



"How 'bout it, Rachel?" the referee asked.  The brunette's only response was a loud moan of pain and a gutteral, "PH-PHUUUUCCCCKKKK NOOOOOO!"  Bilson had found herself in the one place she didn't want to be...snared in Sarah's figure four.

For Gellar, this match was personal.  Rachel had been a holy terror of late in the HWA, most recently using every illegal trick she could think of to not merely beat Sarah's tag partner, Alyson Hannlgan, but to sideline the redhead for at least a month with injured ribs.  Rachel made it plain she was setting her sights next on SMG, and the blonde welcomed the challenge.  She was going to put a stop of Bilson's reign of terror, and teach her a much-deserved lesson.

Of course, that was easier said than done.  Their match had been more or less a stalemate as the two beauties saw control shift back and forth between them.  But now Sarah had her most devastating finisher locked on, and it would only be a matter of time before her victim submitted.  Maybe the blonde would release her, or maybe she would keep the hold locked on until the brunette passed out from the pain...SMG decided to see how she felt when the moment came.

But instead of giving in to the blinding agony that tortured her shapely leg, Rachel's fighting spirit demanded that she make one last, desperate attempt to escape.  With a sudden twist of her body, she struggled to roll over to her side, and to take her tormentor over with her.  Not expecting this, Sarah hadn't properly braced herself with her arms, so she found herself being turned over onto her hip.  She struggled with all of her might to return the pair to their backs, and for a long moment they remained frozen in place.

But then with a roar, Bilson managed to turn the two of them over onto their stomachs.  Their legs were still entwined, but now by the laws of physics, all of the pressure was reversed, and it was Gellar who was suffering!  Her own hands tugging at her flaxen mane to try and block out the pain to her leg, Sarah let out sharp squeals of pain, her body thrashing as she tried to pull herself free.  But now that she was in command, Rachel wasn't about to relinquish it.  Pressing her hands to the mat, she pushes her upper body up, adding to the pressure torquing the blonde's entrapped gam, and causing SMG to shriek all the louder.

Her legion of fans begin chanting "DON'T TAP!  DON'T TAP!  DON'T TAP!", but although her magnificent spirit is willing to endure the anguish, her flesh is too weak to continue, and suddenly she begins to frantically pound the canvas with her open right hand, sobbing, "I GIVE!  ENOUGH!  I GIVE UP!!!"

But the black-hearted brunette isn't quite so ready to put an end to her fun.  She continues to pour on the pressure, until finally the referee threatens her with reversing the decision if she doesn't stop.  Giving an exaggerated schoolgirl's pout, Rachel reluctantly frees her victim, and Sarah rolls back and forth on the canvas, clutching her throbbing knee as tears streak down her face.  She would be joining her tag partner on the injured list for the next few weeks, but at least the time off would give both Sarah and Aly ample opportunity to plot their revenge on Bilson.