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Margot Robbie vs Eliza Dushku



They are a tangle of limbs as they thrash as one upon the penthouse floor, their sweat-soaked skin marred by scratches, their only sounds the grunts of effort, groans of pain, and gasps for breath.  There seems to rhyme nor reason to their movements, appearing for all the world like a single eight-limbed beast trying to destroy itself.

But then, so suddenly that none of the onlookers whose gaze have riveted upon the contest were quite certain how, the blonde managed to roll the brunette onto her stomach and was mounting her back.  Frantic to avoid being trapped beneath her opponent, Eliza pushed herself up to her hands and knees, with Margot sitting on her back like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco.  Doubtless in another instant the brunette would rear up, intent on throwing her rival off.  But before she could do so, Robbie planted her feet to the floor, lifted herself up, and then dropped back down, slamming her butt onto the small of Dushku's back.  Her arms and legs flying out beneath her, Eliza grunted heavily as she was flattened to the carpeted floor.

In a blur of motion, Margot flattened her body down upon her adversary's using her feet to grapevine wide the brunette's legs, denying her leverage.  The blonde then snaked her left arm across Dushku's throat, securing a Rear Naked Choke.  The brunette's eyes go wide with panic as her hands clutch ineffectually at the limb drawn tight across her windpipe.  She gags for air, as the last dregs of power she still had left following this long and brutal brawl fade away.  As her movements grow sluggish and her eyelids droop, Margot can't suppress a cruel smile as she taunts her opponent in her mocking Australian accent: "Not so tough after all, are you sweetcheeks?"  Dushku's only response is a gurgle, and then her eyes shut and she goes limp.

Victorious, Margot releases her chokehold and stands up, planting a foot triumphantly on her beaten rival's rear end and flexing her arms as the spectators jump to their feet for a rousing ovation.

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Madison Iseman vs Yara Shahidi



Yara let out a long moan as she stumbled away, eyes suddenly glazed.  She had been dominating the fight almost from the very start, but then in a total fluke, Madison flailed her arms, and her elbow smashed into her opponent's right temple, severely stunning her.  Madison didn't care if it was just sheer dumb luck on her part, she was determined to make the most of it.  It had been humiliating to the blonde that her adversary had been so clearly out-wrestling her.  Madison Iseman takes second to no woman, least of all this bronzed bitch!

She kept the pressure up on Shahidi, starting with a palm blow to the jaw that further rattled the raven-haired beauty's senses.  Deciding to play with her rival as a cat does with a mouse, Madison stepped behind Yara and placed the heels of her palms to her victim's temples, then executed a skull crusher.  Shahidi whined in pain as the pressure slowed the blood flow to her brain, and she slowly sank to her knees in a stupor.  Beaming a smugly self-confident smile, Iseman released her hold and stepped over to her kneeling foe's side; she next snapped a kick, the ball of her foot smashing into the side of Yara's face.  Then she unleashed another, and then a third, which was the one that sent the sepia-skinned battler sprawling to the floor in a daze.

Standing over her fallen opponent, hands on her hips, the blonde smirked and, raising her right leg, began to stomp her heel down on Yara's forehead.  The pounding robbed the brunette of what scant awareness she had left, and she lay there groaning in semi-consciousness.  "Let's go for the show-stopper finisher, dear" Madison cooed; she then executed an impressive leg splits, her body dropping down until her crotch settled down over the hapless Shahidi's face, executing a humiliating face sit knockout.  It was a stunning example of how fate could turn the fortunes of war around in an instant.  Madison didn't care if she lucked into this win...it was her triumph, and she reveled in it!

Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg: Three Sides to Every Story



It was a classic Rashomon moment, with no two tellings of the tale quite matching the other.

First, Amanda's version:  "I don't mean to sound vain, but I was brilliant that night.  I was at my total peak physically and mentally.  Trachtenberg never stood a chance!  I dominated her right from the start, and made her my little bitch.  I could have finished her off in a few minutes, but I let the match go on, because all of those wonderfully powerful people were there to see a fight, and I didn't want to disappoint them.  But really, she was pathetic.  I mean, she tried her best, but on her best day she's not even close to me on my worst.  I was just laughing at her feeble attempts to fight back.  She was blubbering like a little baby, her bottom lip pouting out as I humiliated her again and again.  Finally I took pity on the dumb sow and decided to put her out of her misery.  I locked my headscissors around her empty skull, and when I start to squeeze, believe me, nobody ever escapes!  I can crack a coconut with these thighs.  Anyway, she was screaming her submission, but I refused to accept it.  She was just a few seconds away from passing out, when suddenly the ombudsman jumps in and declares the match a draw!  What the fuck is that all about?!?  I had her totally beat, and he had to save her ass!  I know why...they've created the fiction that Trachtenberg is a great fighter, and my defeating her would shatter that myth.  It's all a conspiracy to deny me my rightful glory!  Well, they can't protect her forever, and someday...soon, I hope...I'll finish that bitch off once and for all!"

Next, Michelle was solicited for her take on the event:  "I hate to say it, but Amanda is probably my toughest opponent.  All of our fights are brutal.  But she also makes me step up my game, and I think some of my best matches have been against her.  Anyway, she was really good that night, but I was better.  The only way she could get any advantage was to cheat.  I came out of there with all kinds of scratches and bite marks from that mangy bitch!  But I still out-wrestled her.  I had a bunch of chances to end the match, but I knew just how I wanted to win, so I bided my time until I had the chance.  Seyfried is always bragging around her legs and how powerful her scissors is.  Well, she knows very well that my scissors is twice as lethal as hers, and she does whatever she can to avoid being caught between my thighs.  But finally she couldn't escape, and I clamped my scissors around her head, locked my ankles, and from that moment on I knew it was just a matter of time before she either tapped out or passed out.  I was hoping her pride wouldn't let her submit, because I would have loved to have KO'd her.  Anyway, I could feel the eyes of all of the spectators riveted on me as I utterly destroyed her.  But then all of a sudden, the ombudsman tells me to break the hold, because the match was a draw!  I was so shocked I didn't respond, and he had to threaten me with suspension if I didn't let her go.  Well, I may have been robbed of the official victory, but everyone who was there knows full well that I won that fight!  Just as I'll beat Seyfried again the next time we meet, and every other time after that."

Perhaps the only person who could reconcile these two very diametrically opposite viewpoints is the most controversial member of this trio, the match's ombudsman:  "I've been hosting celebrity catfights in my Laguna Beach home for years, and without a doubt the Trachtenberg/Seyfried matches have been among the most thrilling.  I've never seen such two perfectly matched rivals.  And they most definitely did not disappoint this time.  When one would make some magnificent move, the other could counter brilliantly.  It was like watching a catfighting seminar!  But because they're so evenly matched, the fight was a veritable stalemate from the opening moments, with neither beauty able to hold control of the action for very long before her opponent turned the tide.  They battled this way almost for a full hour, long past their limits of endurance, fueled I guess by the hatred they share for each other, and it was obvious to us all that the only way this was probably going to end was with one just passing out from sheer exhaustion.  Anyway, I'm not quite sure how it happened, but they were grappling on the floor, rolling back and forth, just a tangle of arms and legs, and then suddenly they snared each other in headscissors simultaneously!  Not to sound crass, but it was the most tantalizing '69' I've ever seen, as two sets of the most perfect legs in Hollywood locked down on each other.  They were each whimpering in pain and growling in determination in equal measures, the muscles of their legs tight like steel cords, the sweat glistening off of their bodies.  I'm sure every one of us in the audience held out breath in suspense, wondering who would emerge the winner from this incredible duel.  And then it happened...they both gave out loud, languid sighs and their bodies suddenly went limp.  They had knocked each other out at the same time!  I had no choice but to declare the match a draw."

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Hayden Panettiere vs La Pantera



The crowd's roar of approval grew to a deafening din as the masked maiden climbed up the turnbuckles.  Reaching the top, she balanced herself with feline grace upon the top ropes.  There she paused, a smile on her face as she turned her head to look at the thousands of cheering fans packed into the HWA Arena, by far the vast majority of them ecstatic that the luchadora is mere moments away from finishing off Hayden Panettiere, the most despised rulebreaker in the league.  La Pantera was a newcomer to the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, hailing from 'parts unknown' in Mexico, her true identity a mystery to all...even the HWA's management.  But in short order she shot up the ranks, and the match that the fans were clamoring for...her versus Hayden...was now seconds away from conclusion with a victory for the Latinx.

Below her on the canvas, Panettiere swayed on uncertain legs, her eyes glazed from the superkick that left her virtually out on her feet.  La Pantera flung herself into the air to deliver her aerial bodysplash finisher on the hapless blonde.  But while hapless she may be at the moment, Hayden was far from helpless.  At the last instant she revealed that she was playing possum, and she dodged out of the way.  What's more as she did so, she grabbed the arm of the nearby referee and pulled him into the line of fire, so it was the zebra that the luchadora splashed to the mat, leaving him splayed and semi-conscious.  Horrified at what has happened, La Pantera climbs up off of the insensate official and seems uncertain what to do for several seconds.  She then turns around...and is met by an eyepoke from the blonde that leaves the shrieking luchadora momentarily sightless.

That's all the time Hayden needs to execute a sitdown stunner, which leaves the masked lass dazed and mewling.  Wasting no time, Panettiere drags her opponent by the ankles over to the ropes and rolls her under to the apron.  She then hauls the still-stunned luchadora up to her feet and drapes her arms over the top rope that is against her back, leaving La Pantera facing out to the crowd.  Slipping back into the ring, the blonde yanks the middle cable up, snapping it over her adversary's shoulders and trapping her arms between the strands.  With the brunette now trapped, Panettiere wears a Cheshire smile as she starts to unlace the mask of her foe.  "Noooooooo" the luchadora moans weakly, unable to prevent it.

In Mexican wrestling, there is no greater loss, and no more shameful humiliation, than for a luchadora to lose her mask.  But in this instance, the blonde suspects there is something more.  Too many of La Pantera's moves seemed familiar.  She was no unknown rookie, Hayden was sure of that.  And now she was going to prove it.

The television camera zoomed in on La Pantera's face, betraying the panic in her dark eyes, plastering that look upon the arena's jumbotron and on millions of television screens the world over.  Loosening the last lace, Panettiere beamed a smile as she tore the mask off and revealed the face of...Selena Gomez!



Panettiere's suspicion had been right!  Earlier in the year, she and Gomez had been feuding, culminating in a 'Loser Leaves Town' match that required the loser to leave the HWA for a full year.  Hayden won that match and Selena fell off of the wrestling radar, her career in the Alliance derailed.  Now it is clear to all that Selena opted to try and circumvent the ban by returning under a mask.  So long as no one knew her true identity, she was safe.  Now however, it's known to all that she had violated the terms of the ban, and Panettiere knew exactly what that meant.  "Aww, poor baby...if you read the fine print of the contract, you know that your little mask stunt just added a second year to your expulsion.  And after this, they won't be letting any masked mystery girls in the league, so don't bother trying this again!"  Gomez said nothing, but the tears streaming down her face made plain her sense of despair.

But Panettiere wasn't interested in merely crushing her rival's spirit...she intended to inflict more bodily harm on her.  With Gomez still trapped in the ropes and helpless, the blonde yanked her by the hair, tilting her head backward.  That allowed Hayden to savagely sink her teeth into the Latinx's scalp, biting down as Selena shrieked in pain.  The blonde had sworn after their last match that if she ever saw Gomez again, she's leave her a bloody heap on the floor, and she was intent on making good on that threat.  Within moments a trace of blood began to trickle down Selena's forehead, and soon enough the trickle become a downpour, swiftly masking her face anew, this time with her own crimson blood!  Panettiere ceased her biting, and followed up with a rabbit punch to the back of Selena's skull, leaving her barely conscious.  Unhooking the ropes to free her victim, Hayden let Gomez collapse to the arena floor, where she lay in an unmoving tangle of limbs.  The blonde then helped the woozy ref back up to his feet, leading him over to the ropes to show him the sprawled grappler on the floor.  The ref then dutifully counted to twenty while Hayden strutted and preened around the ring, basking in the torrent of boos from the crowd, while the medics arrived to gingerly place the shattered Selena onto a stretcher and carry her back for stitches...and a hastily-drafted letter from the HWA attorney explaining that her suspension will now be extended for another 12 months.

[wheelman]

Compact and athletic. With a mean streak a mile wide. Hayden is pound for pound one of the baddest chicks out there. 

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Raven Symone vs Danielle Fishel



Raven grunted as her spine took the brunt of the impact from the Irish whip into the corner.  Her arms were slung over the top ropes on either side of her and her curvaceous body slumped a bit.  From across the ring, Danielle wore a sly half-grin, and she then charged at her opponent with all of the speed she could muster, prepared to finish her off with a body splash.

But at the last moment Raven, clutching the ropes for support, pulled her legs up and bent them at the knees, and it was those joints which Fishel's chest smashed hard into.  Stunned and in agony from the impact, Danielle staggered backward, while Symone pushed out of the corner and moved in swiftly, throwing her right fist deep into her adversary's belly, forcing a sharp exhalation of breath from the busty beauty.

Adrenaline pumping now as she catches her second wind, Raven dips at the knees and pulls Fishel over her shoulders.  Straightening up, Symone then begins to turn around and around, subjecting her unwilling passenger to an airplane spin.  Dani yowls as she is whirled around, her senses reeling.  Suddenly Raven shrugs her cargo off, and Danielle crashes to the mat with a thud, rolling over onto her back with a dazed moan.

A leg drop slams down across Fishel's chest like a guillotine, knocking even more air from her lungs.  And now Symone opts to bring this contest to an end.  She snakes her powerful legs around her rival's upper body, specifically trapping Danielle's breasts within the scissors.  Locking her ankles and pouring all of her might into her legs, Raven within instants has Fishel gasping and moaning in anguish, as the hold forces Dani's own 36D's to press down on her lungs, preventing her from drawing more than the scantest of breaths.  She squirms within the visehold, but nothing she can do frees her.  Realizing she's being crushed into unconsciousness. Dani starts to tap her hand on her oppressor's leg.  The ref sees it and opens his mouth, ready to call for the bell, when Raven cuts him off.

"She isn't tapping!"

"It's a submission!" the official contends.

Glaring at the zebra, Raven repeats:  "I said she.  Isn't.  Tapping."

Understanding her meaning, the referee chooses to ignore Dani's taps, which brings a flash of fear to her eyes.  But soon enough those eyes flutter shut, and her lush body goes limp.  The ref raises and releases her left arm three times, and all three times it flops limply to the canvas.  Only then does he call for the bell.

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Kaley Cuoco vs Savannah Chrisley



Her whole body felt as heavy as lead, and moved sluggishly.  But a double palm slam to her opponent's temples had dropped Savannah to the floor in a daze, and Kaley knew she had to move with whatever haste her exhausted body could muster.  This used to be a lot easier, she thinks as she grabs at the younger blonde's hair and hauls her back up to her feet.  But she can at least take solace in the fact that her more youthful adversary is just as spent and exhausted as she is.  Or so she thought.

She hadn't expected Savannah to recover as quickly as she did, and she most definitely did not anticipate the Southern girl suddenly throwing a knife hand blow into her solar plexus, drawing a sharp yelp from Cuoco.  Yet that discomfort was nothing compared to what came next, as Chrisley curled the expensively manicured fingers of her right hand and clamped a clawhold upon her rival's groin.  The thin fabric of Kaley's bikini briefs offered scant protection as Savannah's fingers viciously squeezed her womanhood.  The embattled blonde howled in agony, her body rigid from the pulsating pain that coursed through her lush body.  Her hands clutched at her tormentor's wrist, but lacked the power to pry her hand free.  Tears welling in her eyes as she whimpered, she slowly staggered backward as Savannah muscled her toward the center of the room, her fingers cruelly mauling her foe's most tender spot.

Finally reaching the center of the mansion's large living room, Chrisley released her devilish hold.  Kaley let out a gasp of relief and she nearly collapsed to the floor as her knees threatened to buckle.  But she managed to stay upright...which is just what her opponent wanted.  Stepping behind Cuoco, Savannah positioned her body so that she ensnared the older blonde in an abdominal stretch.  This was precisely what Chrisley had planned for...it was why she spent the afternoon having her hair and nails done, spent time in a tanning bed to add a golden luster to her form, and wore an expensive designer bikini.  She was making this a body versus body comparison with one of the most celebrated figures in celebrity catfighting, and she was determined that her body would emerge triumphant.

And that certainly seemed probable, as Kaley writhed and moaned in her clutches, her body painfully torqued by that of her rival, the last dregs of Cuoco's strength draining away from the strain.  As smug a smirk as possible upon her lips, Savannah purred in her Southern drawl, "They told me you're past your prime.  Now Ah don't believe that one little bit...Ah think you're just as good as you ever were.  Ah just know that Ah'm better!"  A tear trickled down Kaley's cheek as she rasped, "Enjoy this, honey, because next time I'm going to pay you back in spades!"  Chrisley merely laughed at what was, at this moment at least, a thoroughly hollow threat.

As she reduced her adversary's body to that of a rag doll, Savannah finally released her and Kaley collapsed to the carpet like a marionette whose strings had been cut.  Sitting down on the floor behind her opponent, the blonde upstart reached around with her hands, pinching closed Cuoco's nose and covering her mouth.  Kaley's eyes went wide with panic and her hands slapped feebly at her tormentor's arms, to no avail.  In less than a minute, the utter spent veteran was smothered into semi-consciousness and abject defeat.

To add insult to injury, Savannah stripped Kaley of her bikini to claim it as her trophy, leaving the celebrated battler sprawled nude across the carpet, completely conquered.

[MILAFORUM]

Kaley is always the best if she win or if she loose, she is the champion.

[DawnK]

I'd love to see Scarlett Jo take on Denise Richards.  Pool / beach optional...lolol

[DawnK]

Hell.... send Scarlett or Denise my way... I'll kick their asses! Lolol ?

[Jackflash Jump]

Lily Collins vs Hayden Panettiere



The reversal happened so quickly and unexpectedly, Hayden had no idea what was happening until she found herself flipping up and over the top rope and out of the ring.  She didn't have quite enough momentum to go crashing to the arena floor, thankfully for her, but it was sufficient to drop her onto her butt on the ring apron, which sent a shiver of paralyzing pain from her tailbone up through her spine.

Sitting on the apron, feet dangling above the floor, her face twisted into a mask of discomfort, the blonde unfortunately has no time to recover, as she suddenly feels a hand grasping her flaxen mane on the top of her head.  "Come back here, you slag!" hisses a British accent, as Lily hauls the squealing Panettiere back up to her feet, then turns her around to face her.  Doubtless Collins's intent is to drag Hayden back over the ropes into the ring, but she is unprepared for the blonde to suddenly grab her own dark locks and to jump from the apron down to the floor, sharply pulling Lily's head down and her throat hard into the cable.  That sends the Brit sailing to the canvas, gagging for breath and momentarily stunned.

Slithering back into the ring under the ropes, the now leering Hayden moved with viper speed, and within moments Collins found herself hoisted up and held aloft in a Surfboard hold, her full weight pressing down on her arm sockets and knees, drawing forth tearful howls of anguish from the brunette.  Once she was satisfied that she had suitably weakened her adversary, Panettiere released her from the hold.   Hayden then threw herself across Lily's body and hooked a leg, while with her free hand she sunk her fingers into her victim's belly with a brutal Ab Claw, causing Collins to shriek from the pain.

The referee dropped to his knees alongside them and was about to begin his count when Hayden halted him.  "Don't count!" she snarled.  She then looked down at Lily beneath her, locking eyes, and she purred, "Count yourself out."  The brunette's eyes widened with shock, then narrowed with fury as she realized that Panettiere wanted her to humiliate herself by actually counting her own pin.  Her every instinct was to use a few choice expletives to tell her no, and to carry on with the fight.

But she knew she couldn't; the Surfboard had taken too much out of her, and the Ab Claw was draining whatever she had left in the tank.  And Lily knew full well what evils Hayden was capable of when she didn't get her way.  The HWA locker room was full of women who had suffered mightily at her hands.  Hell, Selena Gomez was still too shell-shocked from her recent mauling at Hayden's hands to even think about getting back into the ring.

Not wanting to join that number, Collins shut her eyes, bit her bottom lip, and then cried out, "One...two...three!" It was the first self-pin call in wrestling history, and Hayden had just scored it.  Eminently satisfied with herself, the golden-tressed battler stood up, planted a boot on her beaten opponent's aching belly, and allowed the ref to raise her right arm in victory.

[Anon]

Ann Miller's eyelids trembled as she took a step backward on elegant but unsteady legs. She bent backward at the waist, barely in control of her body, allowing her dark hair to swish back and forth behind her wobbling head. The near fall was enough to wake her from her semi-conscious state. Gasping in surprise, she straightened her spine and legs suddenly, planting her feet on the mat and windmilling her arms in unrelated directions and speeds. The sudden, volatile movement nearly sent Ann in the opposite direction. Leaning forward, throwing her arms out, and bending her knees, Ann fell only an inch short of crashing into Jane Russell face first.

Standing tall in front of Ann, Jane let out her breath in a single, short chuckle. While her ample chest jiggled and her head tilted back, she kept her hands raised, fingers extended, still ready to pounce. As Ann swayed back again, barely aware of her opponent, Jane grasped her rival's shoulder in her left hand, squeezing it tightly and practically holding the dazed woman upright with one arm. The dominant actress leaned back and stepped away with her right foot, clenching her right fist and holding it back and low. She flexed her legs, preparing to lunge, and gave her right arm a quick warm up wiggle.

"Wait!" Ann shook her head, and with great effort, managed to concentrate on her surroundings well enough to respond. Her bare legs nearly gave out, sagging to the side weakly, leaving her looking up at Jane Russell through teary eyes. "I take it all back! Please!" Jane tilted her head, looking down at Ann incredulously. She relaxed her muscles slightly, but kept her fist drawn back. "Even the part about..." Jane smirked. "Yes!" cried out Ann, between gurgling sobs. Lips quivering, she hid her face by pressing it to her opponent's chest, prompting a sigh and an eye roll from Jane. "Fine." Jane answered curtly, and Ann tilted her head up, giving her a hopeful, wide eyed look. She placed her hands delicately on Jane's shoulders and leaned against her for support.

Jane lunged past Ann, throwing the long, curving, right handed haymaker she had been saving up, and striking the helpless woman just above her chin. Ann's eyes fluttered and shut at the moment of impact, even before her neck twisted, her head tilted down, and her limbs simply dropped. The powerful blow sent Ann flying backwards, limbs trailing behind her. She struck the mat with her upper back, as her legs and hips continued on their path away from Jane, swinging upwards and nearly causing her to perform a backwards roll. Instead, her feet merely tapped the mat above her shoulders, as her butt lifted into the air. Once Ann had landed, her spread legs swung back down, striking the mat with two distinct thuds. Ann lay on the mat with her mouth open, perfectly still save for the rise and fall of her chest.

"Since you're back to behaving yourself, I won't bother going after you and teaching you a lesson out of the ring." Jane turned away to make her exit, then glanced over her shoulder and added "Oh! See you next week at the round robin tournament!"

Ann Miller

Jane Russell

[Sandman13]

Outstanding quick shot! Love the two opponents - Jane Russell has long been a fave of mine. Thanks!

[wheelman]

Faith Hill vs Shania Twain circa 1999




On a hot August night Faith Hill strutted toward the ring set up in the basement of a trendy Nashville nightclub. Wearing a black robe and stiletto heels the tall, long limbed, blonde exuded confidence as a crowd of raucous onlookers chanted her name as the classic rock song Mississippi Queen blared through the clubs sound system.                                                                                   

Meanwhile, Canadian country/pop songstress Shania Twain, who had arrived minutes earlier, stood in her corner of the ring. Shania, who was wearing a red crop to that showed off the petite brunettes prized midriff and a pair off matching bikini bottoms, looked on anxiously as Faith entered the ring. After a brief word with her trainer Faith removed her robe revealing a matching black one piece bathing suit and a long lean physique that most men lust and women envy. A look of trepidation came over Shania as she looked on nervously at her much taller and seemingly more confident Country/Pop rival. Both women paced anxiously as the increasingly restless crowd prodded FIGHT - FIGHT - FIGHT.

Fast forward 5 minutes and a drained and disheveled Shania found herself on the wrong end of a decidedly one sided thrashing at the hands of Faith. "C'mon is that all ya got half pint" Faith sneered in her syrupy southern drawl as she moved toward the awkwardly back-peddling  Shania. "Screw you big bird" Shania hissed as Faith shoved her into the ropes. With that the tall blonde grabbed two handfuls of Shania's brunette mane and in a show of physical dominance flung her petite opponent towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Then as Shania bounced off the ropes Faith was waiting, and in an almost perfectly executed sequence of events finished her off with a brutal clothesline. Ouuuuuuffff Shania moaned as Faith's long arm caught her windpipe, sweeping her off her feet and cashing down to the mat.

Down but not yet out Shania groggily layed on her back trying to shake off the cobwebs as Faith taunted her from above "Well looky there little miss Shania laying on her back!..Kind of appropriate considering how you got your big break in Nashville and all!" Shania enraged by Faith's taunts somehow mustered the energy to deliver a sharp kick to Faith's shin. Ohh gawwd!!! Faith groaned as she hobbled briefly before collapsing on the mat beside a somewhat rejuvenated Shania. "I know your proud of those long legs but I couldn’t resist sweetie" Shania growled. Sensing this might be her chance to turn the tables a somewhat rejuvenated Shania went on the offensive pouncing on Faith who was lying on her back holding her aching shin.  The two pop country queens then proceeded to roll across the mat scratching, clawing, hair-pulling as they grappled for an advantage. Despite Shania's spirited comeback it was Faith once again seizing control as she managed to wrap her long legs around Shania's slim midriff. Noooooo!!! Shania whined in protest as she realized her predicament. Meanwhile a cheshire cat grin crept across Faiths face as she realized she finally had her Country pop rival right where she wanted her. Shania squirmed and feverishly clawed at Faiths rock hard thighs as Faith locked her ankles and began to squeeze but resistance would prove futile as the tall blonde began to squeeze the fight out of her overmatched opponent.

After several torturous minutes "P-P-Please Faith stop" Shania pleaded tears welling up in her pretty hazel eyes. But Faith was having none of it as she ratcheted up the pressure on Shania's much celebrated midriff. Using what little energy she had left Shania bucked and thrashed violently in one last desperate attempt to free herself but there was no escaping Faith's leggy entrapment. Had enough yet haif pint" Faith purred cattily. "Y-Y-Yessss, you win" Shania sobbed finally resigned to her fate.

"Alright then" Faith replied excitedly before releasing her beaten rival and . Faith then spotted a gang of lesbian bikers who were ringside staring lustfully at a disheveled Shania who was struggling to get back to her feet. "See something you like girls" Faith shouted above the by now frenzied crowd of onlookers. "Hell yes" they replied excitedly. "Well then I guess she shouldn’t disappoint her fans!" Faith snickerd before grabbing a shocked  Shania by the hair and pulling her toward the ropes. "F-Faith whats going on I-I said you w-w-win" stammered a panic stricken Shania. "Oh don’t worry sweetie I'm through with you but its time you get back to work ENTERTAINING your fans!" Faith responded before grabbing the petite brunette by her bikini bottoms and flipping her over the ropes into the arms of the salivating biker gang.
Faith then proudly strutted to the bar to celebrate with a drink before heading home. Meanwhile a scantily clad and shivering Shania was last seen on the back of a Harley headed to the bikers private clubhouse where she would be serving as "entertainment" until the wee hours of the morning.

[Anon]

Thanks for the nice responses! Here's another.

Anna Popplewell vs Yara Shahidi
Each thud of Anna's bare fists against Yara's face and body came with a matching jangle from the chain link barrier, and a groan from the helpless actress. Trapped between the cage wall and her opponent, Yara struggled desperately. Her sluggish attempted strikes only opened up new angles for Anna to pound her, and as she grew more dazed, Yara could only place her hands on Anna's curvy, blue leotard clad body and weakly shove. Face to face, Anna gave her opponent a tight lipped look of concentration, before thumping the side of Yara's head with a strong punch, breaking eye contact as the dazed actress' head lurched to the side. Finally, Yara's mouth dropped open, and her delicate fingers clutched the cage, the only thing preventing her body from sagging and ultimately falling.

Anna took Yara by the wrist and leaned back, using her legs to drag the other actress away from the wall. Grasping Yara by the shoulder with her free hand and forcing her along the mat, Anna pulled the other actress off balance and twirled. With a cry of surprise, Yara stumbled across the mat, until Anna slammed her face first into the adjacent barrier. The chain link wall cut into Yara's face and gold leotard clad body, distorting her expression as her eyes widened fearfully.

Anna gave Yara a small shove, crushing her against the barrier briefly, before yanking her away and securing Yara's neck underneath her bare arm. Stepping back, Anna efficiently dropped to the ground, shaking the ring as she sent the helpless Yara's neck to the unyielding mat with the force of their combined weight. Yara lay still.

Not taking a second to celebrate, Anna rolled over on top of her motionless opponent. Folding Yara at the waist, Anna put her opponent's legs in the air, then lay on top of the stunned woman's legs until she was nearly flat against the canvas. Anna scooted up, feet on the mat to put on more pressure, until she was face to face with Yara.

The scoreboard clock read 19:27, with the actresses tied at zero points each. 19:26. 19:25. 19:24. Now Anna had a point. Yara mumbled a confused noise and her head rolled to the side. She squirmed slightly, shook her head, and lifted her right arm, only to let it fall an instant later. 19:23. 19:22. 19:21. Anna's score ticked up to two points on the scoreboard. 19:20. Yara's eyes popped open and her entire body stiffened, bouncing Anna upwards an inch or two. Yara's hands scratched at the mat as her arms flailed, reaching for anything that could help her flip over. She snarled and put her hands on Anna's shoulders.

Anna, bouncing up and down as Yara's legs and back worked to lift her, scowled and twisted at the waist. The short, forceful motion sent Anna's elbow into Yara's temple. Thunk! Yara immediately lay still, her arms dropping to her sides, palms up. 19:19. 19:18. 19:17. As Anna's third point appeared on the scoreboard, the fans on Yara's side of the stadium began to trickle towards the restrooms and snack vendors.

Anna

Yara

[Jimi]

Sophia Bush vs Anna Kendrick

Sophia


Anna


The audience sat stunned, jaws on the studio room floor, as they watched the two dolled up celebrities tangled on the talk show host's stage. High heels were discarded by the seats as Sophia sat atop Anna, and RIPPED her dress open at the cleavage. Anna squealed and the crowd gasped, many leaning closer on the edge of their seats.

"Who's the whore NOW, huh?!" Sophia yelled at the blushing Anna beneath her. With one arm wrapped around her chest, Anna's other reached up for her foe's hair. Sophia easily snatched it with her left, and with a smug smirk, her right palm smacked crisply across Anna's pretty face.

Anna's eyes closed, and she knew she was in trouble. Sophia slapped her thrice more, then stood, proceeding to pull Anna's torn dress with her. It ripped and easily slid off of her petite body. The crowd was enraptured as Anna lay there in the studio in just her bra and panties. "Fuck off! Get away from me!" Anna panickedly shouted.

"Aww, had enough already? You were so confident a moment ago," Sophia laughed in that raspy voice. Then the 37-year-old actress stomped angrily on a flimsily protected breast. Anna howled and covered up, allowing Sophia to take a seat beside her and wrap those smooth thighs around Anna's neck. "Goodnight, sweetheart." Sophia purred, pouring on the pressure.

It was only a moment before Anna's body stopped struggling and she passed out between Sophia's thighs. Bush stripped her rival to make a point, and left her on the floor asleep in front of the interviewer's desk ans she went ahead with her ten minute interview, grinning happily the whole time.