[Jackflash Jump]

Santa's Naughty List

They try to be nice, but as they soon discover, it's much more fun being naughty!

Kristin Kreuk vs Sarah Michelle Gellar



The two beauties, their nude bodies glistening under the lights of the penthouse, grunted and gasped as they struggled for control.  Suddenly Kristin grasped her rival's wrist and attempted to twist her arm, but Sarah deftly countered, and in a blur of motion, she was suddenly behind the brunette and putting the pressure on a hammerlock.  Kreuk let out a sharp grunt from the pain to her arm, and she knew that if the blonde were allowed to maintain this hold, it wouldn't be long before Kristin submitted.  Still, she also knew she still had a slim chance of turning the battle around.

Unable to resist taunting her longtime arch-enemy, Gellar leaned her head in close to Kreuk.  Her mouth opened, but before she could utter a single syllable, the brunette's free hand suddenly shot up like a viper, her fingers jabbing at her tormentor's eyes.  Sarah shrieked as she was momentarily blinded, releasing her hammerlock.  Wasting no time, Kreuk brought her hands up, wrapped them about the blonde's head, and sat down hard to the floor; pulled down by the motion, Sarah's jaw slammed against Kristin's shoulder with a crude stunner, leaving her glassy-eyed and splayed across the carpet.

Swiftly pushing her opponent onto her belly, Kristin grabbed her own discarded bikini panties from the floor and stuffed them into her rival's mouth.  Kreuk then stood up, planted her feet against the back of Sarah's knees and hooked the blonde's feet against her attacker's shins; the brunette then reached downward and grasped Gellar's wrists in order to pull her arms backward.  Throwing herself with all the force she could muster onto her back, Kristin lifted Sarah up and held her aloft in a Mexican Ceiling Hold.

The embattled blonde howled in anguish as her full body weight was concentrated on her own knees and shoulders, her lithe body held up like a sacrificial offering to the catfighting gods.  She squirmed helplessly, the agony quickly unbearable.  But her muffled submissions went unheeded, as the garment was shoved into her mouth and preventing her from speaking.  After nearly two minutes of this torture, Gellar could no longer withstand it and she passed out from the pain.

The only upside to being knocked out was that she was spared the sight of her hated rival preening and posing in triumph over her limp body.

Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson



Kristen gurgled, a trickle of drool in the corner of her mouth as her eyes rolled upwards in their sockets.  She then went limp.  Emma smirked as she released her sleeper hold, letting her adversary collapse in a heap to the carpeted floor.  "Passing out this quickly?" the British lass taunted her slumbering foe.  "You used to be made of tougher stuff.  I guess you've just grown weak."

With a sudden eruption of motion, Stewart lashed out her right leg with a mule kick, her heel smashing squarely into Watson's groin.  The English girl let out a mewling wail and staggered backward while her American rival climbed back up to her feet.  "And you've grown stupider," she says with a cruel smile as she advances on Emma.  "Only an idiot would fall for me playing possum like that.  As if your pathetic sleeper could ever knock me out!"  Emma tried to ward off Kristen with one hand while the other clutched at her throbbing womanhood, but Stewart had little trouble positioning herself behind the Brit; wrapping her arms around Watson's waist, Stewart gave a grunt as she lifted the other brunette up, only to bring her back down again for an Atomic Drop.  Emma's crotch took the fool brunt of the impact, and the force sent her sailing forward until she crashed face-first to the floor, where she lay moaning in anguish.

Grabbing her opponent by the ankles, she flipped Emma over onto her back.  Then, holding her legs wide, the American menacingly hovered her foot over her rival's much-maligned groin.  With tears in her eyes, Watson's open hands 'window washed' the air as she pleaded, "No...don't...please!" But such a plea for mercy brought nothing but scorn from Kristen, who laughed maniacally as she proceeded to stomp her foot down again and again, until finally the agonizing barrage drove the Brit into a semi-conscious stupor, and into inglorious defeat.

Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg



It was dubbed the 'Battle of Santa's Helpers', and like all previous encounters between elfen-clad Amanda and Michelle, it was savage, breathtaking and utterly magnificent.  But now, after a grueling contest, it appeared as if victory was within the grasp of one beauty.

Seyfriend lay stunned on the floor as her longtime rival sat on her chest.  Michelle and Amanda were the possessors of two of the most perfect derrieres in Hollywood, and the signature finishing move for each was the facesit smother.  So obviously being able to inflict this move over the other was a moment of supreme satisfaction for the winner, and abject humiliation for the loser.  The look of supreme satisfaction on Trachtenberg's face was unmistakable as she slid herself backward until her rear end snugly covered the mouth and nose of her victim, all but cutting off her oxygen.  Looking back over her shoulder at her embattled rival, Michelle smirked and purred, "Get ready for a good long ride, cupcake...this is at the top of my Christmas list!"

But had the brunette not been so concerned about taunting her foe, she would have noticed Seyfried blindly lifting her legs.  A moment later, Michelle let out a yelp as Amanda's limbs clamped around her head, and in a blur of motion jerked downward, sending Trachtenberg smashing face-first into the floor, and leaving her in a daze.

Now free of the smother, the blonde gulped in air.  She knew she needed time to more fully recover, but that was a luxury she didn't have.  With a groan she forced herself to sit up, and then roll over to her knees.  Trachtenberg was just coming out of her daze, but before the brunette could go back on the attack, she felt a hand in her hair, which jerked her head upward.  An instant later, the knuckle of Amanda's right fist began to grind into Michelle's right eye, drawing a shriek from her.  Half-blinded, the brunette took several moments to shake off the pain and clear her vision.  Seyfried put those precious moments to good use.

Clamboring up to her feet, she went over to a nearby sofa and, after motioning an occupant...like all of the spectators, quite wealthy and powerful in Hollywood...to vacate, she climbed up onto it and carefully balanced herself upon the arm of the couch.  Meanwhile, Michelle struggled back up to her feet, then turned around to ascertain where her opponent is.  It was at that moment that Amanda leapt off of the sofa and delivered a brutal dropkick to her rival's chest.  Michelle went sailing back through the air and landed on the floor with a heavy thud, where she lay moaning and badly stunned.

Now it was Seyfried's turn to sit astraddle on her hated foe.  She made a production out of flipping up the fur-fringed micro skirt of her mini-dress, revealing a pair of red panties across which her butt was written in white script, Oh what fun it is to ride!

"Ohhhh...noooooooo!" Trachtenberg mewled as she saw her adversary's posterior descend down upon her face, and then her protests were muffled.  She squirmed feebly beneath her tormentor, but to no avail.  Firmly ensconced atop her rival and beaming a toothy smile of vainglorious delight, Amanda took a special glee in grinding her hips as she drove Michelle into inky devastation.

When Trachtenberg awoke after some indeterminate span of time, it was to find herself stripped nude and hogtied in the middle of the room with a long length of velvet ribbon, and a boy stuck to the top of her head, there to remain while the party went on around her, and the victorious Amanda was feted as Santa's favorite elf.

Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Kaley Cuoco



How quickly they forget.

Celebrated as one of the greatest celebrity catfighters of her time when she retired several years ago, Jennifer became rapidly dismayed as she saw her fighting accomplishments swiftly forgotten, and her legacy disappear.  Younger girls commanded the spotlight now, and that galled the proud brunette.  She had left the sport at the very peak of her powers, and she was convinced she was still every bit as good as she ever was.  Finally she could take the obscurity no longer, and she announced that she was coming back.  Furthermore, she demanded a match against the current top girl, Kaley.

The odds makers favored Cuoco.  After all, Hewitt inevitably had to have 'ring rust', and even if she didn't, nearly all agreed that blonde Kaley is one of the all-time catfighting greats.  Doubtless she would quickly send Jen scurrying back to retirement.

But what they...and Cuoco...did not anticipate was that this was not the same J-Love who had wowed spectators in combat until just a few short years ago.  Being forgotten raised a bitterness in her.  Once, she had been the staunchest proponent of good sportswomanship.  Now, she was determined to do whatever it takes to win.

Kaley never knew what hit her.

Few could ever remember having seen such a one-sided domination.  From the opening moments, Hewitt indulged in a slew of dirty moves, quickly tearing to shreds her opponent's defenses.  And Jen wasn't just cheating...she was taking a clear delight in just being mean.

At the moment, she had Cuoco howling in agony.  With the blonde on her knees, Hewitt planted a foot between her embattled adversary's shoulder blades, while with both hands she grasped the straps of Kaley's bra.  Yanking back on the fabric with all of her might, Jennifer used the cups of her buxom rival's own top to savagely maul her breasts!  The garment was too well made to tear, even under these conditions, so the blonde had no relief as she moaned and sobbed in anguish, her strength draining by the instant.

When she had finally bored with this torture, Hewitt decided to finish her foe off at last.  Shoving the stunned Kaley onto her back, the brunette pinned her down and dropped her own impressive rack down upon Cuoco's sweaty face, administering a breath-stealing 'jugging' that robbed the blonde of whatever senses she had left.

[Mr. Drake]

Hey, never posted on this thread before but here's a Finish Me style post I wrote for a Celeb Wrestling League I've been working on and off on. Hopefully it's okay   .

Paris Hilton Vs Evangeline Lilly




After an elaborate and luxurious entrance by Paris Hilton had finally ended, the two competitors were left standing face to face, boos raining down upon Hilton as Evangeline watched on. Lilly's eyes didn't stray from her opponent as Hilton taunted the crowd, pretending not to hear as she sauntered around the ring with her hand to her ear. "I can't hear poor people" Paris shouted, turning her back to Evangeline as she held her nose in disgust. Hilton backed up slowly from the ropes, still playing to the crowd when she abruptly swiveled on her heels, smacking her hand across Lilly's face with a loud crack that left the audience stunned. Lilly held her cheek, her face flush as Paris laughed, pulling back her arm again as she swung for the fences once again. Hilton gasped as her hand was caught in mid-air, Paris' face in shock as Evangeline smiled at her, her hand clenched around Hilton's wrist. With a forceful twirl, Paris was twisted around, her back open as Evangline grabbed hold before lifting her up and over for a brutal German Suplex. Hilton crumpled as her back and neck hit the canvas, rolling to her knees as she sat in a complete stupor. Evangline raised one arm up before she ran against the ropes, racing past Paris once, then twice before lifting her leg up and nailing Hilton face first with a flying knee! Lilly quickly crawled on-top of her flattened foe as the ref started to count. 1-2-3! Lilly stood up victorious, finally smiling as she held her cheek, one arm raised in victory as she looked down almost pitifully at her fallen foe.

[The Italian]

Freya Allan & Anya Chalotra vs Maisie Williams & Sophie Turner



Both Anya and Freya were extremely nervous before their match with Sophie and Maisie, and rightly so: despite being the same age of Sophie, Anya was a relatively newcomer in the celebrity wrestling business and this was her first high profile match; while for 18 years old Freya it was an absolute debut.
Still, "The Witcher" girls started the match strong and it seemed that they were able to fight on equal ground with their more experienced opponents. However, as the match progressed, Sophie and Maisie showed their true abilities, working like a perfectly oiled machine they isolated Freya in their half of the ring and using frequent tags they were able to subject her to a lot of double team moves.
Only the blonde stubbornes (and some well place interferences from Anya) prevented the girls from GoT to gain the victory.
In the end Maisie, while holding a groggy Freya by the hair, tagged in Sophie, who rushed to the opposite side of the ring and dropkicked Anya, making her fall from the ring apron to the floor. Then she walked to her partner, took hold Freya and hoisted her on her own shoulders while Maisie climbed the top rope.
The audience roared in excitement as they recognised the duo's finishing move: a "Doomsday Device" style maneuver that they called "The Mophie Cutter".
In the heat of the moment however, nobody realized that, when Sophie rushed at her, Anya saw through her intentions and jumped to the floor just few istants before the dropkick could hit her.
So, she waited the right moment, rushed across the ring and pushed Maisie's legs, making her fall crotch first over the steel turnbuckle with the face contorted ina expression of both surprise and absolute agony.
Sophie frooze for an instant, trying to understand what was happening, Anya kicked her in the stomach and with her last bit of strenght Freya took advantage of Sophie doubling over to execute a picture perfect victory roll.  A three count later the referee signaled the end of the match.
The crowd exploded at the unexpected outcome, cheering loudly as the two underdogs hugged in the middle of the ring celebrating their victory. Yet, it was apparent that Sophie didn't accept the outcome and after protesting in vain with the referee she attacked Anya from behind, grabbing her hair; Anya fought back and the two beauties started rolling around on the ring in an heated catfight exchanging slaps and scratches.
Freya tried to help her friend but was tackled down by the still aching Maisie, unlike Anya Freya was too tired to fight back and Maisie pinned her down, seated on her belly and pulled on her sport bra exposing her perky tits.
Ignoring her opponent's pleas and protests Maisie started to pull and twist Freya's nipples, while Sophie still held up on Anya prventing her from helping her partner.
Several officials rushed to the rings to separate the fighters who kept shouting threats and insults at each other until they where dragged back to their locker rooms.
Order was finally restored but everybody knew that a new rivalry was born and the war had just begun....

[Jackflash Jump]

Italian, this is definitely a rivalry I want to see more of!   

[Anon]

Emily Browning Iron Woman Match Tour



Parineeti Chopra vs Emily Browning



Most iron woman matches end long before their half hour time limit, with one woman unable to continue fighting, and her triumphant opponent giving her a savage beating... or simply pinning her for as many three count pins as the clock allows. This time, Emily Browning and Parineeti Chopra held each other, face to snarling face, with only a few minutes remaining, and only two points each on the scoreboard. Standing with their sides leaning against the chain link cage, the two actresses butted foreheads and jostled each other, still trying to overpower the other despite nearly half an hour of bruises and scrapes.

Shoving herself away from the barrier with her upper arm, Parineeti groaned and straightened her legs, ramming Emily with her body and driving her elbow up into the other actress' ribs. Emily tensed her back and grunted. Her feet stumbled away from the barrier as she bent to absorb the blow, but her mutual, tight clasp with Parineeti kept Emily from traveling more than a few inches. She circled Parineeti, and steadied herself as the two rivals refused to part, with one hand crushing the other actress upper arm, while the other encircled her back. Parineeti hissed, crouched, and tensed for another strike, only to shriek as Emily seized the opportunity. The dark haired actress' feet left the ground as Emily arched her back, hugging her around the waist and wobbling unsteadily. Before she could fall over backwards, Emily dropped to one knee, letting Parineeti fall onto her unyielding thigh crotch first.

While Parineeti's face showed no immediate sign of pain, the actress' hands went limp and slid off of Emily's body. Her bare legs shook and attempted to squeeze together around Emily's thigh, but there was no force behind them at all. Meanwhile, Emily gasped, hanging her head and steadying herself with one palm on the canvas. She remained kneeling, supporting Parineeti's weight with her leg until the other actress could no longer remain upright, and rolled backwards, thudding against the canvas.

Emily sighed, lowering her head as if in danger of collapsing as well. Instead, she placed both palms on her deadly thigh, heaved with all of her might, and stood up. Briefly imbued with energy, Emily staggered over to her downed enemy. Parineeti lay on her back, her long, dark hair spreading across the mat in all directions. Her left leg lay straight and motionless, while she retained just enough strength to bend her right leg, foot on the floor, to give a tiny sliver of protection to her body. Groaning, she covered her face with one arm and weakly lifted a shoulder from the canvas, trying to roll over but coming nowhere close. Emily's boot fell on her knee first, knocking it aside and leaving Parineeti writhing on the mat with her legs splayed. Raising her knee to her chest, Emily huffed, bounced on the mat, and brought her boot down on Parineeti's pelvis, causing the helpless actress to wheeze and hold her injured midsection.

Out of energy herself, Emily toppled forward, landing on all fours on top of her unconscious opponent. She crawled up, body swaying, to lay astride the beaten actress' body. Emily held Parineeti's hands to the mat over her head, flattened her rival to the mat with her body, and caught her breath as her points began to pile up.

Final scores
Parineeti Chopra - 2
Emily Browning - 60

Anna Popplewell vs Emily Browning



Emily's jaw dropped open as her head rolled back. Her legs wiggled weakly, and Anna Popplewell's bear hug firmly compressing her upper body left her arms completely trapped. It was only an unusual coincidence that had left Emily in this position. For years, Anna made regular trips to Japan to tour the fight circuit and pit herself against various local actresses, models, and musicians. Her latest trip overlapped with Emily's own tour, and the two actresses quickly decided to fight it out directly rather than spending their whole trip competing for space. The odd situation was far from Anna's mind as she studied Emily's face, giving her an even tempered grimace from an inch away. Emily herself was equally distracted; with her body to weak to resist any longer, she could only whine pitifully and tilt her head away to avoid looking her conqueror in the face.

Anna jerked back, shaking her victim violently before giving her a forceful shove with both hands to her chest. Startled by the sudden motion, and suddenly allowed to breathe, Emily gasped wide eyed, staying on her feet and raising her fists to make a last stand. Before she could put an arm between herself and her opponent, Anna's knuckles crashed into Emily's chin. The pretty actress' eyes widened in helpless anticipation as she gasped for a split second, before the blow slammed her mouth shut, sent her head back, and left her yielding body plummeting towards the canvas.

Following through with her uppercut, Anna's fist swung upward to rise over her head. At the sound of Emily's unresponsive body thudding against the mat and jiggling, Anna beamed and hopped over the unconscious woman, before dropping down to kneel comfortably astride her chest. Emily's unresponsive arms, legs, and head shook once as Anna's butt smashed into her chest, but even this solid blow was not enough to open Emily's eyes.

Final scores
Anna Popplewell - 337
Emily Browning - 1

Saaya Irie vs Emily Browning



With sweat dripping down her forehead, Emily Browning lunged ahead, clearly fatigued but still grasping for her opponent. Back to the chain link cage wall, Saaya jumped away out of her reach, raising her hands overhead and efficiently pulling herself higher, until she could look down on Emily from several feet above. Curling her body and raising her lower half, Saaya placed the soles of her feet on the barrier, balancing herself as she prepared to spring. In an instant, the petite fighter released the barrier and straightened her body, launching herself out and down feet first. Emily, slow to react, gurgled a confused complaint as both of Saaya's heels struck her face in the center.

Emily's arms fell to her sides. Her lower body tottered ahead on autopilot, while Saaya's body traveled ahead in a straight line, as if Emily's head had not blocked her path. In the end, Emily was thrown off her feet, nearly performing a full backflip, but striking the ground with the back of her head and neck instead. Saaya touched down beside Emily, rolling away gracefully as Emily's arms, legs, and butt bounced against the mat one by one.

With a quick scramble across the mat, Saaya returned to Emily, grasping her underneath the knee using her elbow. As she hooked the leg, Saaya nearly kicked Emily in the face with her own foot as she effortlessly bent the defenseless actress at the waist. As the scoreboard recognized the first of many three counts, Saaya looked up at the crowd with a big, proud grin.

This loss marked the end of Emily Browning's visit to Japan, but not her tour.

Final scores
Saaya Irie - 317
Emily Browning - 0

Huang Shengyi vs Emily Browning



Huang Shengyi held onto Emily Browning tightly, tightly clenching her fist around a lock of the actress brown hair, while tying up her forearm using her other hand. Worn out and face to face with Emily, she could do little else. Briefly showing off her control, Emily marched the other actress around the ring backwards, bump the drooping, moaning actress roughly when she struggled. Dissatisfied, Emily stuck her foot in front of Huang's ankles and jerked her back by the hair and the upper arm. Huang made a brief high pitched grunt before completely losing her balance, toppling forward with her body rigid. Emily shifted position in midair, placing her hand on the back of her rival's head, and driving it straight down into the mat.

As Huang spasmed, Emily pushed herself to her feet, and wasted no time before stomping firmly on Huang's spine. Huang only had time to gurgle and slap the mat once before Emily's boot came down on her back again, flattening her against the mat with a thud. Teeth clenched, Emily bounced up and down heavily, bludgeoning the waning actress as she uselessly inched across the mat.

With a loud groan, Huang pushed to support herself on her hands and knees, hunching her back and immediately losing her balance. Just as she shot her hand forward to catch herself, avoiding a sudden face plant, Emily skittered across the mat with a wild eyed look and struck. Swinging her foot upwards in an arc, the rampaging actress struck her opponent on the underside of her face, whacking the helpless woman on the side of the head with her shin as well.

Huang's arms went limp and she fell forward, flattening her nose against the mat. With her chest heaving, Emily swung her foot at Huang's side, jerking her body roughly and continuing to roll her over onto her back with a series of stomps. Her foot stomped down forcefully on Huang's chest, grinding from side to side, beginning the first count as her shoulders failed to rise from the mat.

Final Scores
Huang Shengyi - 0
Emily Browning - 101

Rose McIver vs Emily Browning



Rose McIver grimaced and stiffened her stomach muscles with all of her might. Emily responded by smirking and pressing her thighs together, crushing the blonde's waist mercilessly. The two actresses had been seated on the mat, side by side, in this position for several minutes. While the squeeze on her midsection had clearly taken its toll on Rose, she had still managed to tie up Emily's arms, and their upper bodies remained locked together in a silent, still stalemate. They stared off into space, refusing to make eye contact. Occasionally, one break a hand free and struggle for a more advantageous grip, only to find herself grabbed and trapped by the other again within seconds.

Still, each passing minute took its toll on Rose. Her head slumped forward, and when she shook it and tried to recover, Emily's crushing grip prevented her from gasping. Rose merely let her mouth flop open, eyes wide with shock. Seeing her chance, Emily released her grip on Rose's arms and lunged for her neck. The blonde reacted slowly, flailing a hand around to slap Emily's shoulder before weakly grasping her forearm. It was far too late. Emily tilted her head up and gave the audience a stoic but satisfied look as her arms encircled Rose's neck. Pulling back roughly, Emily bent the blonde's neck backwards as she applied an inescapable choke, interrupting her brief cough of protest.

Rose's hands slowly released their grip on Emily's forearm, and her arms fell to the canvas uselessly. Hugging Rose tightly, Emily rolled the unconscious woman onto her back for the pin. She dug her nails into Rose's back to check for a response, but continued to claw at her when the blonde lay still.

Rose McIver - 0
Emily Browning - 102

Though she had absorbed some terrible thrashings, Emily Browning's fans considered the tour a success, as she had emerged with more wins than losses against actresses on their home turf.

[Jackflash Jump]

Baby New Year Battle:  Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin



The match had begun promptly at 11:00 PM, with the expectation that like most other fights, it would be all over within thirty minutes time, giving everyone ample opportunity to prepare themselves for Midnight and the coming of the new year.  However, no one had anticipated nor appreciated the level of animosity between the two combatants, and the fact that neither was willing to let the other win.

As a result, as the battle was nearing the 50 minute mark, Abigail and Ariel...each garbed only in white bikini panties...were still going at it, although both had clearly passed the limits of their exhaustion long ago.  Nevertheless, their wills refused to allow them to cease.

There was a unique stipulation for this match, in that it could only be won (other than the usual knock-out or submission) by pinning your opponent's shoulders to the mansion's floor while the spectators counted down from ten to zero.  Both beauties had tried for pins, but neither was able to hold her rival down for anything more than the count of three.  Now however, it looked as if one might succumb to unconsciousness...or perhaps both might.

It was an intriguing sight to see:  it began as Ariel was flat on her back and Abigail, kneeling on the carpet above her adversary's head, dropped her body down and buried Winter's face between Breslin's bare breasts for a smother.  However, the brunette reached up and wrapped her arms around her tormentor's head, pulling it down so that the blonde's face was likewise nestled between her foe's orbs.  The two began to roll back and forth across the floor, gasping for whatever breath they could find as they tried to smother each other out.

Finally they came to a halt, Abigail atop Ariel, but neither of them moving.  They each lay still for more than ten seconds, and the onlookers wondered if they should start the countdown, or if it would even be valid since it appeared that the blonde was as unconscious as the brunette.  But then Ariel suddenly spasmed back to life and with a moan and rolled Abigail off of her.  Winter's chest heaved as she sucked in precious oxygen, but as much as her body begged her to lay there and recover, she knew she couldn't give her nemesis the time to do the same...especially since she could hear the groaning Breslin awaking from her stupor.

With every iota of strength she could muster, Ariel rolled over and dragged herself to Abigail, dropping her body like dead weight upon her hated foe's chest, pinning her down.  Breslin squirmed feebly beneath her, but could not throw her off, as the crowd counted down...

THREE...

TWO...

ONE...

ZERO!!!

With that, at long last, the battle was over.  Abigail was gingerly carried to a guest room to rest and recover, while Ariel was seated in a chair, a sash reading BABY NEW YEAR 2020 draped across her naked torso, and a glass of champagne placed in her hand to fortify her until the clock at last struck midnight, and all assembled cried out...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[EJB]

Red Head Redemption





Tired of the jokes and low grade disrespect that being a "ginger" brought with it, Chastain and Howard had decided to join forces. They stated their desire to represent every gorgeous red headed woman in Hollywood and all over the world. Their promise was to take down brunettes and blondes at every opportunity, especially those who they felt were undeserving.

Brie and Gilpin, buoyed by their Netflix success and training, had decided to make fantasy reality and enter the league as well. After a few easy matches, they were called out by the new duo and readily accepted. They had no problem hyping the match, telling anyone who would listen that their opponents would finish the match with a face full of Betty's boobs and Alison's ass.

As the match began, the teams seemed evenly matched. Howard and Gilpin were a bit bigger and thicker than their teammates, and matched power for power with no advantage gained. Brie and Chastain showed off their smaller, more athletic figures with a faster paced standoff, each landing a few spectacular moves but neither taking charge until a mistake by the redhead saw her trapped in her opponents corner. Betty hooked Jessica's arms from behind, allowing Alison to get a little dirty and attack the older fighter's more sensitive areas.

Chastain yelped as Brie mauled her breasts then switched the attack and went low. Gilpin finally released her hold, but the redhead was already feeling the effects and couldn't disengage the hand that was working over her tender womanhood. She audibly gasped as the brunette snuck a finger under her ring gear and inserted it in the well lubricated snatch of the fading redhead. In a moment of desperation, Chastain grabbed onto Brie and pulled both of them to the floor outside the ring. Gilpin went to break up the catball and put both women back in the ring, keeping her teams advantage, but was pulled from the situation by the referee.

As the zebra has his back turned, a commotion started in the crowd when they saw the other woman.



With the ref busy with Betty, Amy Adams had sprinted down the aisle and grabbed Brie from behind. She quickly posted the brunette, cracking the woman's head open on impact. Adams then secured a body lock and hit a pile driver, leaving the brunette convulsing and incapacitated. Betty broke free of the ref's attention, but the third redhead had already scurried to the back. The blonde grabbed her partner, rolled the brunette in the ring, and quickly tagged herself in. She went to pull Chastain into the ring by the hair, but was blindsided by Howard.

The next few minutes saw the redheads take turns wearing down the big blonde, sapping her energy and leaving her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. With Brie still incapacitated in the corner, the audience began to accept the inevitable. The blonde's clothes were dispensed of by her foes, her now naked body glistening with sweat. Finally, Howard positioned Gilpin on her stomach and sat down on the blonde's back. She secured a loose headlock with her left arm while reaching back with her right and applying a bowling ball hold. Expecting a submission, the crowd murmured as they realized the bigger readhead wasn't going for the submission, but the orgasm. Unable to fight it any longer, the blonde let out a pleasure filled moan as her body betrayed her and then was rolled over for the elementary 3 count.

As the victors stood with their arms raised, the were joined by Adams and another redhead, Isla Fisher.



A tired, but smiling Chastain took the mic.

"We're going to change the celebrity fighting world and there's nothing that any of you can do about it. Next up, the Layover girls are going to get laid out. Upton and Daddario, your time is up."

[Anon]

"It just doesn't seem fair," Jane murmured to Betty. The two women sat facing each other, their legs tangled in an inseparable knot. The similarity ended there. While Jane sat firmly on the mat with her back arched, supporting herself with palms on the mat, Betty squirmed helplessly, each position causing her to wince and shift. She lay flat on the mat, supporting herself on her upper back, and lifted her hips entirely, before sighing and flopping down. She pushed on the mat with her hands, trying to drag herself away from Jane. Groaning, Betty even sat up straight and rammed her lower body forward, trying to knock her tormentor loose. No matter what, Jane barely jiggled, gazing at Betty coolly with a hint of amusement on her lips.

"I give my best effort, wipe out my so called rival, for... a pat on the head and another opponent next week." Betty's lip quivered as she attempted to roll over. While she twisted her back far enough point her face and chest to the mat, Jane's legs had her entire lower body trapped. She gasped and collapsed on her back, chest heaving. "But you barely try, and you get a million bucks* and a vacation."

Betty tilted her head back and grimaced, wiggling her shoulders and back in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure. Baring her teeth, she bent her head, shoulders and neck forward, swiping at Jane's puffed out chest with one hand. "Maybe you'll never be worth as much as me!" she snarled, distracting herself from the pain as she went on the offensive. Jane pulled her head back, eyes wide with surprise. She pressed her lips together in a reserved frown as she locked up with Betty, grasping her by the wrist and forearm, but she glared at the blonde with a special fury. "You filthy tramp! I oughtta break your neck when I'm done with your money makers!" Disregarding Jane's words, Betty interrupted and nearly drowned her out with a loud roar.

Though Betty struggled fiercely, arms flexed, she was far worse off than before. Bit by bit, Jane had slid her hands up the blonde's arms, forcing their bodies closer together. While Jane was equally immobile, Betty's knees were twisted to their limit. As the seconds ticked by, Betty's howls of anger became wails of pain, and she began to twitch helplessly in Jane's arms. "Mercy! Jane, please! Eeeeee!" Jane snorted and let Betty fall to the canvas.

While she was off of her feet for some time, Betty Grable and her legs made a full recovery, and she did not collect her insurance payout. However, the match was not without long term consequences. Betty Grable's insurance company had previously considered her a low risk policyholder. Her regular encounters with Jane Russell forced them to recalculate. When it came time for Betty to renew her contract, the insurance company gave her a choice between forgoing further attempts to beat Jane Russell, or absurdly high premiums. Betty chose the latter, effectively paying through the nose for the privilege of being beaten senseless repeatedly.



*Editor's note: Betty Grable's legs were insured for one million dollars.

[Jackflash Jump]

Perfection, my friend! 

[krispin]

Anon I do love your stories from the past.
I'm into thin women dominated by larger stronger bigger titted opponent. So I hope in a story of you with lovely skinny Audrey Hepburn easy outmuscled crushed and humiliated by some busty rival.

[EJB]

Bindi Irwin opened her email and got an unexpected message from another small, curvy celeb. The message was simply one picture with accompanying text.


Plenty of people talk about how great my tits are, not enough talk about my juicy ass. You'll get to see it up close and personal soon.

Ariel Winter loved that Bindi was game to keep fighting her despite the fact that it was one of the few matchups where the Modern Family star was taller than her opponent. She loved the fact that Irwin's own big boobs weren't close to firm enough to compete with hers. Most of all, she loved that the good girl image was just that and there were no depths the Aussie wouldn't sink to.



A few days later, the young crocodile girl stared down her familiar opponent as both were alone in the Aussie girl's bedroom.

Clothes hit the floor before a word was spoken. The battle went back and forth for the first several minutes, but Ariel's extra strength and new found fitness began wearing down her chunkier opponent, the Aussie's mouth hanging open as she began breathing heavily. Before she knew what was happening, the American shoved one of her bigger tits in the younger woman's face, making it even more difficult for Bindi to breathe. Seeing her foe begin to falter, Ariel maneuvered herself behind her foe and slapped her legs together in a scissor around the soft center of the shorter girl. With no defense being offered, the American actress slipped one hand around to grope a big, soft breast while her other went between Bindi's legs and began gently pumping.

Moments later, the dominant woman felt her opponent's body shiver with an orgasm that made the extractor of it proud. Rolling the loser over onto her stomach, Winter slapped the flabby ass of her conquest before sticking another finger in and pumping the girl back to excitement. She rolled the Aussie back onto her back, then planted her gorgeous ass on the younger girls face and smiled broadly at the lips and tongue that were worshiping ever inch of her well shaped derriere. Seeing the submissive side of Bindi surface again, Ariel climbed onto the loser's bed and presented her naked body to the other woman with the implicit demand to be serviced. Beaten, and compliant, the younger, smaller woman dutifully began sucking one of the victor's big tits while feverishly fingering her conqueror.

The door creaked open, with a wide-eyed Terri staring at the scene. Before she could utter a word, the American calmly stated, "You can step back out and keep your dignity or come on in and end up just like your weak little girl."



The door closed and Ariel went back to enjoying the fruits of her dominance, only slightly disappointed that the Aussie milf backed down from defending her family's honor.

[Anon]

June Wilkinson vs Jane Fonda

June


Jane


June Wilkinson took a stumbling step forward. Her red, parted lips glistened as her eyes drifted downwards, past Jane Fonda's fit body, rapidly advancing on her. With great effort, she jerked her head up and lunged, blinking her sagging eyelids to force them open.

Jane's right fist struck June's upper jaw before she noticed it coming. June's head skewed awkwardly on impact, stretching her neck. Her cheeks and lips stretched and distorted grotesquely, as the soft skin slowly reacted to the hard blow. With her eyes crossed, June dropped her guard and slumped forward. A slight twitch from her legs sent her breasts wobbling back and forth in her leotard, as she twirled to crash into the canvas on her side. Surprised to see her opponent go down so quickly, Jane skidded on the canvas, pulling back in mid swing to avoid striking June as she fell.

Now, with her opponent motionless, Jane allowed herself to display a small, triumphant smile. June's breathing had become more relaxed, but as more time passed, Jane stared at her unresponsive foe with her brow furrowing in concern. She knelt down beside June and swatted the woman's cheek lightly, wobbling her head back and forth without any reaction from the unconscious blonde. A few more vigorous slaps failed to rouse June, but did make her slowly roll onto her back, head flopping to point away from Jane.

Suddenly, June's eyes opened wide, and she sucked in a deep, gasping breath. She reached upwards, both arms stiff, and bared her teeth. Shrieking ferociously, June kicked her legs and raised her body, lunging at Jane's face.

Jane uttered a small squeak, just after instinctively punching straight down. Her knuckles crushed June's nose, shot her head back, and sent the back of her skull straight into the mat. June's limbs twitched before spreading across the mat in all directions. Glaring suspiciously, Jane swung a lithe leg over June's body to sit on her chest, squashing the busty blonde flat against the mat. She pouted, fists clenched, clearly expecting June to recover from her stupor.

[jdo90]

Alexandra Daddario vs Taylor Swift Rematch





Humility is a virtue. It isn't a virtue one easily acquires. Humility comes from hardship, from realizing that you are not the most important person; it comes from losing. Humility is a virtue Alexandra Daddario was taught very recently at the hands of Taylor Swift.

Alex had underestimated her opponent and paid the ultimate price for it. She was beaten, stripped and humiliated in front of her peers, coaches,  A-list celebrities and, worst of all, her fans. Daddario didn't even stay around for the post fight interview, she instead tweeted an apology to everyone she had let down. Taylor wasn't even suppose to last 2 minutes in the ring, which is why everyone was shocked when Taylor choked out the brunette and proceeded to humiliate her in the center of the ring.

Alex stood in front of the mirror in her dressing room, staring herself in the face, "This time it will be different. This time, I'm prepared." Alex nods to herself and makes her way to the ring. Daddario is met with resounding cheers from her loyal fanbase, the raucous clatter adding some pep to her step. Alexandra's firm body is garbed in a dark blue, two-piece bikini that hugs her curvaceous figure.

Standing in the ring is Taylor Swift, the woman that robbed her of her dignity. Miss Swift cruelly smirks at her rival, her patent red lips curling up. "Oh my, what a modest outfit, Alex," Taylor sarcastically sneers, "You know, you sure wear some slutty outfits for someone who was sooo embarrassed to be topless 2 weeks ago." The leggy blonde simpers while strutting around the ring. Her mile-long legs accentuated by her low-cut shorts and her firm bosom protrudes from the black halter top hugging her chest.

Everyone counted Taylor out the last time these celebs fought, but now everyone was eyeing the Princess of Pop as the favorite. The Vegas elite were betting on Taylor, while the fans were praying for Alexandra to receive her redemption. The battle that ensued was one for the ages, filled with a combination of skillful footwork and wild hair pulling and clothes ripping. Both blue-eyed beauties gave it their all until one finally dropped. In the end, after the dust settled, a pair of long legs were splayed in the center of the ring, with another set of long legs straddling the downed beauty's body. "Rise and shine, sweetie," the victrix cooed into her rival's ear, playfully patting her cheeks.

With her head ringing, a weight pressing down on her body, the tall diva blinked up at the lights, her blue eyes widening in fear as the silhouette of her rival comes into focus. "P...please don't..."

"Don't what?" The top woman asks, playfully biting her manicured nail. "What is it you think I'm gonna do?"

"Please, please, pleaseeee. Don't smother me." The beaten woman pleads, squirming uncomfortably. "You could choke me out, just don't do that!"

"Oh, Taylor," Alex smiles and reaches down, grabbing a handful of blonde locks, "choking you out? Where would be the fun in that?"

Taylor twists her body and screams out, "NOOOOMPPPHH!"   But Alex quickly cuts her off, dropping her two, sweat-soaked, nude breasts ontop of Swifts protesting face. Swift had once again stripped Alex of her clothing, only this time she made the mistake of doing it before the match was over. Due to this mistake, Taylor is now forced to endure Daddario's twins.

Taylor kicks and screams as Alex buries the blonde's face into the deep crevice of her bare cleavage. And just when Alex believes Taylor is almost out, she rises up just enough for Swift to suck in some much needed oxygen before plopping her tits right back down on her nose and mouth. Daddario couldn't help but grin as she bore down on Taylor, using the same jugs Swift scratched and clawed in their last fight to put the conniving blonde out was poetic justice.

Alex once again raised off of Taylor, but this time she actually sat up, framing Taylor's face with her thighs. Alex couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the Pop Diva. Her trademark red lipstick was smeared, her mascara was running down her ruddy cheeks and her once immaculate hair is now a frizzy, sweaty, blonde mop.

Alex grins down at Swift, "Remember what you did to me last fight?" Taylor wordlessly gasps, shaking her head in surrender. "I'll tell you what you did," Alex growls, snatching Taylor's head up by the hair and glaring into her watery eyes, "you shoved my face into your sweaty crotch and held me there, forcing me to breathe in your musk! And your shorts didn't provide ANY barrier from your fishy vag! That was sooo disgusting!" Alexandra roars, snagging Taylor's hair in tight.

"Please... don't. I.. I'm sorry." Taylor croaks, her face twisted up in the throes of an all-out ugly cry. Alex jerks Taylor's head, forcing her to yelp, snapping her out of her infantile fit. "Don't worry, I'm not as cruel as you. I would never just hold someone's nose to my crotch and repeatedly pull away just to prolong the humiliation. I'm not you, Taylor. You're so beneath me."

Just when Taylor sighs in relief, Alex lifts up and slowly drops her pelvis down. Taylor frantically shakes her head and shrieks. Her eyes comically buldge out of her head and her body thrashes in dismay as Alexandra Daddario thrusts her exposed pussy against Taylor's mortified, grimacing face.

This time Taylor wanted to take the humiliation a step further and strip Alex of her bottoms as well, rendering her completely nude. Taylor was currently regretting this decision as her face became a humping post for Daddario. Alex, for her part, stayed true to her word. She didn't just hold Taylor's nose to her crotch, occasionally pulling away to prolong the torture. Instead, Alex bore down on Taylor's nose, riding it, gripping it with her vaginal muscles. Alex bounced and gyrated her hips, causing her nude breasts to bounce up and down, drawing attention to the red imprint of Taylor's unwilling lips pressed against them, courtesy of the earlier breast smother. Furthermore, Alex never lifted off Taylor's face, not even once. She rode Taylor until she felt the impending, built up tsunami of endorphins run through her body and flow between her thighs.

When the dust settled, Alexandra Daddario climbed off her slumbering foe and placed a foot on her heaving, white bra-clad breast. The victorious brunette struck a cute muscle pose, grinning down at the sight of Taylor Swifts face. Her blonde hair was disheveled, her red lipstick-smeared lips were parted and her porcelain skin gleamed in a sheen of Daddario's juices and Swift's tears.

Alex, adding a final brush stroke to her artistic masterpiece, picks up Taylor's long legs and folds them up over her body. She slowly licks the palm of her hand and delivers a single, open-palmed smack to Taylor's thong-clad ass, leaving a red imprint on her left cheek that matches the color of her thong. Daddario drops Taylor's legs and exits the ring with her head held high, leaving the Pop Princess in the ring. Taylor Swift is left unconscious, blissfully unaware of Daddario's juices staining her tastebuds, clogging her nostrils and penetrating every pore of her multi-million dollar face.

[wheelman]

Now thats the Tay Tay we've come to know and love! 

[jdo90]

The 2000's: An Erotic Retrospect

The early 2000's were filled with a multitude of raunchy, coming-of-age comedies. These comedies showcased upcoming, young talent whom would become the stars of today. This collection is composed of fights that took place in the early to mid 2000's. And following with the theme of raunchy, coming-of-age comedies, each fight is prefaced by a quote from American Pie.

Paula Garcés vs Michelle Trachtenberg



"I would like to make an announcement. There is a gorgeous woman masturbating on my bed"

Michelle's mouth trembled and hung open wide. High-pitched squeaks rise up from her throat courtesy of her nimble fingers. The pale brunette was going to town on herself, her fingers drawing concentrated circles over her aroused clit. Her pale cheeks were flushed red and her sensitive nipples were erect and stiff. She could feel an orgasm begin to build up and once again a sudden and intense pain would jolt her back to reality.

"Come on, Michelle, we don't have all night!" Paula growls in her ear, pinching Michelle's exposed nipples and harshly  twisting them. A ear-splitting scream reverberates against the walls of the spacious hotel suite as Paula wrenches the tender nub upward before releasing it.

Michelle pathetically sniffles and goes back to work, rubbing her clit with as much gusto as she could muster. The young brunette had been stripped naked, spanked and was now forced to pleasure herself while Paula Garcés watched with uninhibited glee. Trachtenberg just couldn't take anymore humiliation and she knew Paula wouldn't be satisfied until she satisfied herself.

Michelle knew her body better than anyone and knew exactly how to get herself off. She closed her eyes, ignoring the camera crew capturing this mortifying experience, and inserted her index and middle fingers in her warm pussy. She began fingering herself while simultaneously rubbing her clit with her thumb.

The sensation quickly overwhelmed her, sending her into the throes of a rapturous orgasm. She was so lost in ecstacy, she didn't even realize Paula straddling her face and lowering her tight, bronzed ass down until it was too late and she was engulfed in blackness.



Jamie-Lynn Sigler vs Lacey Chabert



"Well... you have seen me. Now it is my turn to see you. Strip."

"Wait... what?" Jamie-Lynn cried in disbelief, looking up at Chabert's sneering face. "But... but I didn't even want to see you!" Sigler pathetically whimpered, struggling underneath her opponent.

Jamie wasn't wrong. Chabert involuntarily peeled down the top-half of her trademark low-cut catsuit, unveiling her large, bronzed breasts. Lacey even gave her girls a shake before shoving them against the young Soprano's starlet's resisting face. She didn't seem to mind having her tits out in public. But that wasn't the point. The point was to break the spoiled girl. Sigler was riding high from her famous role as Meadow Soprano and Lacey intended to do bring her down a notch.

Lacey flashes her teeth and bends down, hovering her heaving, bare breasts over Sigler's rosy face, "There's no need to lie. I could tell you wanted to see them, so I gave you a very up-close view. Now, it's only fair you show me yours," Lacey surveys Sigler's curve-hugging two-piece bikini and playfully runs her fingernail along the bikini cups, "but if you're too shy I could always smother you out again." Lacey leans in close and whispers in her opponent's ear. "Just know that if you make me do all the work, I promise you will be sorry. Not only will I strip you, I will violate your skinny little body. You won't be able to walk right once I'm finished with you. Capisce?"

Jamie nods in compliance and Chabert rises up, allowing her opponent to rise up. The Sopranos starlet openly sobs, her bottom lip quivering, as she involuntarily untied her bikini, letting it fall to the canvas. Camera strobes light up the arena, photographing every moment of the young brunette's misfortune.

"Good," Lacey nods, "now the bottoms." Jamie stares wide-eyed at Chabert, mouth agape, "But... you aren't even naked AND you took off your own top! I didn't do anything!" Jamie squeals, but a angry glare from Chabert is all it takes for the young actress to comply. With tears falling down her cheeks and splattering the canvas below, Jamie-Lynn peels down her bikini bottoms, revealing her shaven vagina and firm, bronzed ass.

Even though Jamie had followed Lacey's instructions and stripped herself nude, attempting to shield her exposed body with her arms was a crucial mistake. Lacey didn't want the little brat to hide even an inch of skin. In the end, Jamie-Lynn lay in a quite unladylike position, with her limbs spread-eagle, in the center of the ring, her face practically sparkling from Lacey Chabert's tit sweat.



Lacey Chabert vs Paula Garcés



"What? You think I don't know how to get myself off?"

The question was met with an infuriated, bloodcurdling scream. Paula sneered and bore down even harder. The question was rhetorical. She didn't actually expect Lacey to respond, but Paula was happy she did. The sensation of Lacey screaming into her gaping vagina sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "What was that, hun? I couldn't quite hear you," Garcés lets down at Chabert's buldging, saucer-like eyes.

Paula couldn't see the rest of Lacey's face because she was currently grinding her pussy across the rest of it. And no matter how much Lacey thrashed and twisted her head, she was unable to unseat her rival. In fact, the more she shook her head, the further her nose and mouth was buried inside the Columbian-American's pussy.

Lacey had never found herself in this predicament before. She didn't realize how great it felt to ride and conquer your struggling prey, nor did she realize that screaming would prove to be a triple whammy --- depriving her of precious oxygen, getting her opponent off and causing Lacey to recieve a mouthful of Paula's vaginal fluids, all at once.

Lacey was becoming lightheaded. Her breathing passages were becoming clogged up by the stick substance of an impending orgasm. But just when she was about to meet the warm embrace of unconsciousness, Lacey felt Paula's thighs shut tight around her ears and a gushing of warm nectar flowing over her face.

Paula rose on shakey, post-coital legs and wrapped her plush bath robe back around her nude body. She leans down until she's face-to-face with her rival. Taking a page from American Pie, Paula growls down at Lacey, "What's my name? Say my name, bitch!"

Lacey is a sobbing mess. Her hair is disheveled and matted over her cum-drenched, rubbed-raw features. She opens her mouth, allowing a stream of juices to pour from her lower lip, and sputters, "P...PPP... PAULA"

Miss Gracés smiled and places her barefoot on Lacey's naked bosom, crushing it under her heel, and poses victoriously as Chabert mewls underneath.