[Jackflash Jump]

Priyanka Chopra vs Scarlett Johansson



The blonde let out a sharp gasp of pain, an ugly hand-shaped red mark discoloring the alabaster skin of her chest, courtesy of the chop delivered to that spot just moments before.  Scarlett stumbled back a few steps, grimacing in discomfort.  And before she could recover her wits and go back on the offensive, Priyanka delivered a tomahawk chop blow to her forehead, dropping Johansson to one knee in a momentary daze.

Sensing victory, Chopra stepped back a bit, then drew her right leg back, preparing to deliver a kick to her opponent's face.  But despite the grueling battle they had been waging, the American beauty had more stamina than her adversary had anticipated, and with a growl Scarlett jumps up to her feet and lunges at the Indian, intent on tackling her to the penthouse floor.

But Priyanka has some surprises of her own.  Instantly recovering over her shock even as she falls backward, she manages to bring her right knee up against Johansson's belly, and as they land on the floor, the brunette uses their momentum to flip Scarlett up and over.  The blonde lands with a thud on her back, grunting from the impact.  Both beauties then roll up and get back up, as Scarlett throws a wild haymaker punch at her rival's jaw.

Had she been just an inch or two closer, Johansson's blow would have struck.  Unfortunately for her, it barely grazed the exotic Indian's face, and the momentum caused her to spin around, leaving her off-balance.  Chopra instantly took advantage of this, grasping her opponent's body, dipping her knees, and with a growl lifting the blonde up over her shoulders for a torture rack!  Scarlett howled in agony as her lush body was agonizingly bent, her last dregs of power drained away from the pain.  And Priyanka never looked more magnificent as she held her rival helplessly, rivulets of sweat glistening across her taut russet flesh.

Despite her anguish, Johansson refused to submit, so the exotic Indian released her, letting the blonde slide down her back and crash to the floor in a moaning heap.  Chopra then pounced on Scarlett's back, pinning her body to the floor with her own, while she snaked her right arm across the American's throat for a Rear Naked Choke.  Scarlett's eyes went wide with panic as she gasped and struggled for breath, her face purpling as her hands clutched and tugged in futility at the limb wrapped tight across her windpipe.  Finally she began to tap furiously on her tormentor's arm...but Priyanka ignored it, and kept her stranglehold tightly applied.  Having proven her supremacy by driving the blonde to submit, the Indian was now determined to utterly annihilate Johansson by driving her into unconsciousness.

It didn't take long.  Scarlett's glassy eyes rolled up and her lids fluttered shut as her body when dishrag limp.  Only then did Priyanka release her hold.  Standing up, she planted a foot upon the rear end of her slumbering foe and raised her balled fists high above her head, as the cheers of the spectators washed over her.

[Anon]

Diana


Jayne

Jayne's boots skidded backwards on the mat. For an instant, she flailed her slender arms and ran in place, eyelids pulled back in fear as she nearly lost her balance. But Jayne quickly gained purchase on the mat and launched herself forward.

Diana had regained her balance faster, and was already airborne.

When Diana's flying feet tapped Jayne's upper chest, the curvy, leaping blonde straightened her legs suddenly, delivering an overpowering blow to Jayne's body. Even though Jayne had built up speed, the collision halted her on the spot, knocking her off her feet, and sending her to the ground before she could even try to break the fall. Her face contorted in surprise as she hit the mat, ass in the air. Jayne's long legs waved as she tumbled backward, to land seated in the corner of the ring. Grasping at the ropes, she groaned, lifting her body from the mat briefly only to collapse with a sigh.

Diana already stood over her. She bent down to grasp Jayne's disheveled blonde hair in both hands, prompting another shriek from the jelly limbed actress. Jayne's hands rose to weakly tug at Diana's wrists, prompting Diana to snarl and use her body as a club to squash Jayne against the post.

As Jayne's hair began to give way, coming out in clumps in her hand, Diana moved in to support her victim with her body, squashing her against the post. Lowering her body and spreading her feet on the mat for balance, Diana hefted the senseless Jayne with a grunt. She held the dazed actress horizontally across her chest, with one arm wrapped around her curvy thigh, and the other encircling her neck.

Jayne gasped and blinked her eyes as Diana began to carry her off. Returning to life, she flailed in every direction at once. Diana grimaced. Jayne's hands slapping at her shoulders and back did not phase the tough actress, but each windmilling swing of Jayne's lower body forced Diana to stagger in a new direction. Jayne's strong legs ran in place for a moment, before the lower leg went limp and the upper leg kicked upwards full force. Jayne hissed, wide eyed, taking rapid breaths as she struggled to twist her upper body free.

Diana gritted her teeth and exhaled. Despite her strength, she had no way to throw her enemy. After a particularly enthusiastic leg swing from Jayne nearly sent her to the canvas, Diana grunted and lunged. Carrying Jayne in her arms, the dominant actress ran directly into the corner post again. Jayne absorbed the impact, crushed against the post by Diana's body, and immediately stiffened. Jayne's lower back had struck the post perfectly, crushing her core muscles and bludgeoning her spine. She wheezed and weakly clutched at Diana's forearms.

Twirling away from the post, Diana faced the center of the ring, with Jayne helpless in her arms. With her cargo now holding still for the moment, Diana grunted, lifting her up to shoulder height. Snarling, the powerfully built blonde shoved Jayne away, before straightening her arms and hurling the stunned woman straight down with all of her might. Jayne's flight was short. Her falling body shook the ring as it smashed into the ground, landing on her already injured lower back. Jayne's face froze in a grimace. Her legs went rigid, her back arched, and her head turned up. Without warning, she collapsed completely. Diana stalked closer. Jayne only stared up at the ceiling, fully conscious, but unable to move aside from the slow rise and fall of her chest. Diana ended her slow, seductive approach a few inches away, and mercifully placed her foot on Jayne's upper chest to begin the count out.The sight of Diana, chin up, chest out, and boot trampling the once mighty Jayne Mansfield, was certainly enough to worry her next batch of opponents. Diana herself was more amused by the sight of Jayne struggling to lift a single trembling hand from the mat.

[EJB]

A few select Hollywood friends and power brokers were invited to an unexpected clash. Alexandra Daddario had been challenged to a fight that could only end in tit smother by Betty Gilpin. Nobody knew why, for sure, but it seemed that the blonde didn't like the fact that Daddario got so many younger roles despite being older than Gilpin. They were stunningly different despite being born just a few months apart in different Manhattan neighborhoods. With GLOW a raging success, and several other roles elevating her status in the industry, Betty thought now was the time to strike. She had one other request, that a close friend of Alexandra be there to observe the fight.

And a fight it was, though the slightly shorter blonde packed bigger tits, hips, and ass to the tune of 20 or more pounds of bulk in her curvy frame. The brunette stayed competitive for several minutes, occasionally getting her sexy D cups near the face of her opponent. However, it was all for naught. The wrestling training Gilpin had done for GLOW had transformed her body, increasing her strength and stamina to a level that the thinner woman couldn't hang with. Betty wasted little time once she gained control. She did slip the brunette's top down and maul her gorgeous boobs, but only as a means of wearing her foe down before going for the finish. Wearing her red one piece from the show, Gilpin lowered her shoulder straps and then lowered her full tits onto the face of the barely struggling brunette. Her strength advantage kept Daddario from putting up much of a fight once the smother was applied, and it was only moments later that the blue eyed cutie was unconscious.

A splash of water on the face woke up the loser, and she stood meekly with eyes wide as the woman who defeated her revealed the next part of her plan.



Betty iced down her shoulder as she addressed the requested friend of Alexandra's who sat on the couch watching the whole time. "Any time you're ready, bimbo, I'm going to make blonde's the hottest thing in the world again. I don't know if you're still losing baby weight, or if you're just that fat without photoshop, but know that I'm going to destroy those floppy tits and smother your ugly ass face just like I did your slut friend."

Hoping that her challenge would set the stage for a chance to further climb the Hollywood ladder, Betty had to be disappointed with the response. "Honey, even if I wasn't ready to get back into the game, I could take Butterface Betty any day of the week. You rest up from this for a week, and then I'll show you why Kate Upton is the titty queen of Hollywood." With that, Upton turned to the rest of the observers and began chatting and smiling as if nothing had happened, her still fabulous tits nearly flopping out of her dress, while Betty glared with a look of anger and disappointment setting in.

[Promikämpfe]

Taylor Swift VS Jennifer Lawrence

It had been a savage match as soon as the bell rang. There was slamming, stomping, pulling and punching as they used the entirety of the ring to their disposal. Just when it seemed the match would be a stalemate, one woman gained the advantage over the other and acted on it immediately. Taylor Swift managed to sneak in from her opponent, whose senses she had managed to distract with a sneaky uppercut to the jaw just moments before. Swift's arms wrapped around Jennifer Lawrence in a crushing reverse bearhug, Her lithe arms locked tight across Lawrence's ample bosom, and began to squeeze the blonde with such pressure that Jen's respectable 34Cs were pressed against her lungs, preventing her from drawing anything past a slight wheeze. Lawrence squirmed in Taylor's grip, trying to free her arms which were locked at the side as she grunted and groaned frustratingly.

"Ah, no getting out of this one until you and your overrated tits submit!" Taylor whispered jovially into her straining rival's ears as she squeezed tight, eliciting a grunt from the blonde's gullet as her own modest 32B bust pressed against the small of Lawrence's back. Swift then slowly descended onto her own back, still maintaining the hug whilst also ensnaring the buxom battler in a body scissors as she wrapped her fearsome legs around Lawrence's waist. The cruel songstress then began to squeeze Lawrence mercilessly with both sets of limbs, switching between her arms and her indomitable thighs and relaxing the other set between, "You're about to learn right now that no one bests me... or escapes from my perfect legs!"

Jen's arms flailed and her nose flared in panic as she gasped pitifully for breath, but found it nigh impossible to draw even a single modicum of air. Every minuscule shadow of Taylor's hamstrings were apparent against her smooth white skin as she continued to squeeze with her powerful thighs. She let out a loud grunt, trying to pry Taylor's thighs apart, but it was a fruitless endeavor.

"Nnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" roared Lawrence as the blonde nevertheless fought hard to free herself. But the singer's thighs felt like steel bands constricting around her ribs as they bore down unrelentingly. Jen mewled and whined as she tried to escape the hold, but once Taylor locked her ankles, there was little one could do against her legs. Soon, J-Law's fighting became struggling... and soon her struggling became sleeping.

Jen's arms soon hit the mat as she went limp, following one final convulsion of her entire body. Swift stood up groggily and planted a foot atop her beaten rival's stomach, crossing her arms triumphantly as the crowd ate her up. She leaned down gracefully, using her pinky to snag the brassiere of her opponent, which had come undone during Lawrence's unladylike struggling. She twirled it on her finger as she left the ring, cementing yet another victory for 2020.

[Jackflash Jump]

Hayden Panettiere vs Vanessa Hudgens



The two beauties stood glaring at one another, their nude bodies, having long since been stripped of their flimsy bikinis, glistened with sweat.  It had been, as always, a grueling contest between the two, pushing both to their limits and beyond.  And now, years in the making, a realization was dawning on them:  they had become too evenly matched.

They had fought one another time and again,each time so evenly matched, one warrior could only hope to eke out a victory.  Now, they simply knew one another's strengths and weaknesses, the flaws to exploit, the moves to counter, far too intimately for either Hayden or Vanessa to gain control over the other.  It was, for all intents and purposes, a perfect stalemate.

Of course, stalemate is unacceptable to either woman.  Each had devoted hours of her life in brutal combat to not simply beat the other, but to dominate her, to shatter her pride.  Hatred is too weak a word to describe the emotion they have for each other.

So if either was going to win tonight, she would have to throw caution to the wind and try something entirely out of the ordinary for her.  It was a great risk, but would be the only way to achieve the reward of victory.

As if on some unheard signal, the two beauties suddenly launched themselves at one another.  But just as they began to lock up, Panettiere suddenly threw a knee-lift to her rival's belly.  Hudgens let out a sharp gasp and doubled over.  But none suspected this was exactly what the brunette wanted.

Ignoring her pain, Vanessa suddenly wrapped her arms around the waist of the startled blonde and hoisted her up, throwing Hayden across her shoulders.  Given how physically spent she was, this was about as high-risk as the brunette could dare; if her body were to suddenly give out and she collapsed to the floor with her opponent atop her, Hudgens was doomed.  But with adrenaline coursing through her veins, she let how a banshee's wail and began to twirl around and around.  Now Hayden was the one wailing, as her senses reeled from the airplane spin.  She had no experience in dealing with this in all of her previous matches with Vanessa, and panic paralyzed the blonde from making any successful attempt to break free.

Suddenly Hudgens released her unwilling passenger, and with a yowl Hayden went crashing to the floor in a dazed heap.  Vanessa attempted to press her advantage, but she was left so dizzy herself by the spinning, she could only stagger around.  With a groan, Panettiere slowly rolled over onto her stomach and pressed her palms to the floor, shutting her eyes as the room still spun around her, and taking a deep breath as she prepared to push up to all fours.  Frantic to not let her adversary recover, Hudgens decided to make the most of her addled condition, and she let herself flop down atop the blonde's back.

Their bodies were both so slick, Vanessa nearly slid off of her foe.  But she managed to remain on top, and she snaked her arms around Panettiere's head, locking on a sleeperhold...or what she hoped was a sleeper, as the brunette had never used one before.  But the goddess of luck held with her, and she indeed apply the hold well enough to inhibit the blood flow to Hayden's brain, quickly sapping her of her last dregs of strength, and soon enough leaving the blonde semi-conscious.

Determining that Hayden was indeed unable to continue, the ombudsman declared the match over and Vanessa rolled off of her and laid on her back, her chest heaving for breath, as she was completely spent.  It wasn't the all-encompassing devastation of her arch-rival she dreams of, but it's still a win, and she will savor it.

And the lesson which both beauties take from this is that they need to expand their arsenal of moves for the next time they meet.

[Jackflash Jump]

Flashback 1999:  Alyson Hannlgan vs Kristen Miller



By this point, Alyson most assuredly knew she had made a horrible mistake.

When Kristen had challenged her to a penthouse boxing match, the redhead breezily agreed.  True, she had never boxed before, but she knew how to use her fists, and she figured that was all she needed.

She didn't know just how wrong she was.  The difference between knowing how to throw a fist and how to throw a punch is critical, and as Hannlgan swiftly learned, the blonde knows very well how to throw punches...very damaging ones at that.  Meanwhile, Aly flailed at her, most of her blows scoring nothing as her gloves struck Miller's arms; the rope-a-dope sufficiently exhausted Hannlgan without causing Kristen to suffer much damage.

As the redhead sputtered on fumes, her opponent unleashed a torrent of punches, hammering away relentlessly at Hannlgan's belly and head.  There was no ring in this bout, no ropes to seek safety at...the entire room was the ring; and so Alyson staggered and reeled backward, frantic to escape the whirlwind of blows, but finding there was nowhere she could run.  Her arms leaden, she could barely ward off a third of the gloves that smashed into her.  She knew she was doomed.

Worse still was her rival's sneering laughter as she pounded the vaunted redhead like a ragdoll.  Hannlgan seethed, as she knew that in a catfight, she could kick the blonde's ass.  Screw this! she finally thought, and she pulled her gloves off.  With a growl Aly threw herself at Kristen, driving her shoulder into the blonde's belly and wrapping her arms around her waist, intent on bringing her down to the floor where the advantage would go to the enraged redhead.

However, seeing her adversary suddenly abandon pugilism and charge at her. Miller managed to ride out the impact and remained upright, allowing herself to be pushed backward until her back hit the wall.  She gave a small grunt, but she was very happy, knowing she now had the chance to take control.  Moving with viper swiftness, Kristen slammed her elbow down into Alyson's back, even as she drove her right knee up into the redhead's chest.  The dual blows caused Hannlgan to release her hold and stumble backward.

Moments later, Miller's left leg lashed out, the ball of her foot tagging the battered Alyson's chin with a pinpoint superkick.  Hannlgan's body flew backwards violently, and she crashed to the floor, where she lay starfished, glassy-eyed and moaning.

Pulling her own gloves off, Kristen dropped to her knees in a straddle over Alyson's stomach.  The blonde then peeled off her sports bra, freeing her breasts.  "Time for a BKO, I think," she purrs, referring to her B cups, which are more than sufficient for the task.  Pressing her chest down, she buries Hannlgan's face between her 'girls'.  The only resistance which the redhead can offer is a muffled gasp and feeble squirming beneath her tormentor.  Soon enough, she falls still, driven into unconsciousness.

For her trophy, Kristen tugs the beaten girl's satin boxing shorts off, leaving the shattered redhead laying there in her bra and panties.

[Mr. Drake]

Another write-up from the first card of the celebrity wrestling league, Celebrity Wrestling Revolution,  I've been procrastinating about working on. Hopefully I can get back to writing cards soon. Anyway I hope you enjoy this match . I wouldn't have been inspired to write these without this thread so thank you all!

Jessica Alba Vs Ashley Tisdale



Tisdale had run Alba ragged, her tiny stature and lighting fast speed giving Jessica fits throughout the match. Ashley had lunged at her opponent from the bell, peppering her with strikes, kicks and roll-ups all while Alba tried to keep up with her younger opponent, always kicking out at 2. The blonde spitfire continued her assault on the brunette beauty, backing her into the corner and stomping away at her gut. Ashley had become a ball of steam and sprinted towards the other corner, Alba still clutching at her gut, back against the turnbuckle as her opponent sprinted back towards her. Tisdale threw her body in the air, crashing into Alba with a heavy thud that left both reeling, with Tisdale standing and Alba crashing to one knee. Tisdale stumbled towards the corner, her blonde hair a mess, her body covered in sweat as she tried to climb up to the second turnbuckle. Alba was still clutching at her aching chest as she watched Tisdale turn around to face her on the second turnbuckle, her right leg lumbering back up when Tisdale let out a shriek. Ashley flew from the second rope, a flying forearm in motion when Alba pivoted on her left foot, swinging her right leg around and landing her foot flush against Ashley's face in mid-air with a spinning roundhouse kick! The spit was knocked clean from Ashley's mouth as her body twisted in mid-air. Tisdale hit the ground with a heavy thud, her eyes closed as she lied motionless on her side. Alba groggily pushed the small blonde onto her back, hooking her leg as she stared up at the arena lights, blowing bits of hair out of her face as she listend to the sweet sound of the refs hand hitting the mat, 1-2-3. Jessica crawled back up to her feet with both hands in the air, soaking in the roar of the crowd as she turned away from the entrance ramp to rest against the ropes. The mood in the crowd suddenly changed, the atmopshere of her win suddenly gone as Jess turned around to see what the fuss was about. "UNGH" was all Jess was able to get out as she was hit in the gut with a steel chair, doubling her over and nearly knocking her off her feet as her assailint pulled her into a headlock. In a flash she was sent headfirst into the steel chair with a DDT, her body bouncing against the mat. The women standing above her? Ashley's tag team partner and close friend: Vanessa Hudgens. The brunette lashed out with a kick to the back of the downed winner before crawling out of the ring, pulling Tisdale with her and helping her back up the ramp.

[Jackflash Jump]

Fantastic, Mr. Drake!  I love Ashley Tisdale, and we really need to see more of her here. 

Can't wait for your next match!

[Mr. Drake]

Fantastic, Mr. Drake!  I love Ashley Tisdale, and we really need to see more of her here. 

Can't wait for your next match!

Completely agree about needing more Tisdale, she's great and fun to write and read about . I'm really glad you liked the story. I'm looking forward to writing and releasing more soon.

[Anon]

Lola


Donna


Lola made a short, scrambling dash for the corner post, grasped the top ropes in her hands, and launched herself upward. She curled her legs under her body, gaining enough height to bring her boots down on the middle ropes. The pretty wrestler paused her ascent for a moment, as she steadied her tired limbs. Lola risked a glance over her shoulder as she rested, revealing her panting, open mouth and her nervous, wide eyed stare.

Donna stood nearby, bent at the waist with her hands on her knees. Her long, disheveled hair hid her expression, but her body trembled as she finally managed to take a shallow breath. She groaned and raised her head, flailing an arm as she narrowly avoided tumbling backward. The dazed woman blinked, holding her stomach and brushing her hair from her eyes.

Lola hopped from the second rope to the top, shaking the ring as Donna struggled to keep her balance. As Donna's legs straightened, Lola twirled on the top turnbuckle to face her. After hurriedly adjusting her footing, Lola leapt. Uncurling in the air, she sped downward, using her body as a missile aimed at Donna feet first. As Lola descended, Donna's head jerked up, and her back straightened. Pivoting on one foot, she stepped forward with the other, narrowly moving her body from the path of Lola's kick. Donna's foot shot up as Lola's body hurtled past, until she straightened her leg in a high kick. Her boot caught Lola's chin with an audible thump.

Lola's head stopped on the spot, but the rest of her body pivoted around the point of impact. She twirled in midair, before smashing into the mat, limbs pointed in all directions. Without making any attempt to catch herself, Lola rolled over and over until she came to a rest on her back, body jiggling briefly before falling still. Donna turned up her nose and let out a single laugh in one breath, before limping towards her unconscious enemy. She collapsed forward with a sigh, dropping down to lie next to Lola. Of course, Donna still had enough energy to drape an arm over Lola's chest for the pin.

[Mr. Drake]

From the 23rd CWF PPV, my story about Olivia Munn Vs Scarlett Johansson

Olivia Munn

VS
Scarlett Johansson

""There must be a winner" the voice over the PA system blared, as each women had been counted out on the outside. Munn was laying stunned against the side of the barricade while Scarlett lied with her head down against the steel steps, a small trickle of blood shown clearly against each of their heads and left marked on the top of the steel stairs.

After a grueling battle between the two between the ropes, the fight had spilled to the outside where each women had taken turns slamming the others head viciously into the unforgiving steel. Just when it had seemed like Munn had the upper hand, slamming Scarletts iconic red locks against the metal three consecutive times, the Black Widow rose and with every last bit of her strength, irish whipped the G4 Geek Goddess straight into the ringside barricade.

With each woman stunned, the ref was unsure what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He helped each women up, and ushered them groggily back into the ring. Munn and Johannson crawled under the bottom ropes, each heading for opposing turnbuckles, stars in both their eyes as the ref beckoned them each up.

"There must be a winner!" The voice blared again, as each woman slowly got to her feet, stumbling towards the center of the ring in unison. Munn swung first, throwing an ugly elbow that Johansson managed to duck more out of luck as she collapsed to one knee in exhaustion. Johannsson saw her oppurtunity and landed a stiff punch to Munn's toned tummy, dropping the exhausted G4 girl to both knees as Scarlett lifted herself back up. "Fin" Is all Scarlett said as she wrapped Olivia's head in a DDT, planting her face first into the mat with a stiff THUD.

"1, 2, 3" The ref counted, Johannson's pin just an arm draped over her opponent as the ref helps her get back to her feet, the crowd standing in applause at the absolute war they got to witness, and the only fighter left standing".


Also check out the CWF if you want! There's some great stories and fights on there! https://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-23.html

[hasteisofthedevil]

Natalia Dyer vs Maya Hawke

Natalia had some breathing troubles entering round eight, she looks like she's forgotten where she is but Maya reminded her with a hook to each cheek followed by a kick to the mid-section sending her to the canvas. Maya pulled up her much smaller opponent by her hair and threw her to ropes deploying jabs to her face and body. Natalia managed to escape via a clinch and took a step back but Maya caught up to her with ease continuing where she left of. Maya was treating herself to poor Natalia at this point, tormenting her with kick combinations to her legs and midsection followed up by a hook and uppercut combos to her face. No retaliation coming from Natalia other than moaning and wailing; she's being busted up but holding up.

End of Round 8.

Maya is starting to look annoyed going into round nine, she's been dominant the entire fight but still unable to make her opponent quit. Natalia drags her bruised and battered body mid-ring but get immediately driven to ropes via Maya persistent jabbing. Natalia has troubles holding her arms up but it doesn’t matter as Maya attaches hooks to her ribs. Having coloured her ribs black and blue Maya deployed an uppercut to Nat’s midriff bending the girl forwards and proceeding with knee kicks to her belly. After a minute Natalia dropped to the canvas gripping her belly, however still not quitting and after thirty seconds she got back up. Maya was furious and in disbelief that her opponent was still standing, she dragged Natalia’s limp body to one of the corners and began aimlessly punching and kicking, landing all across Nat’s already bruised body and face. Every time Natalia looked like she was about to fall, Maya gathered her up under her arms and pulled her back, making her feel every bit of punishment she issued. There was only so much she could handle before quitting and two minutes in Nat finally gasped the words “I quit.” Before dropping to canvas.

[Savant]

Margot Robbie vs Zazie Beetz: Anything-Goes Match in Miami

Margo was on the verge of defeat. Pinned in the corner and tagged repeatedly by rapid fire lefts and rights to the chin by Zazie Beetz, the leggy Australian was nearing the point of no return, just taking blow after blow from her German-American rival.

The two women were nearly perfectly matched. Both 29 years old. Same height, similar weight. Both dressed in skin-tight, one piece bathing suits with plunging necklines to emphasize their cleavage. Zazie in shiny black leather, Margo in white. Their fists were both wrapped in tape. They had fought multiple times. The bouts were always highly competitive, long, draining affairs but Margo usually found a way to win.

But it didnt look like that would be the case today.

Both women were covered in sweat after 10 rounds of their no holds-barred bout but Margos eyes were starting to get glassy as Zazie kept up the relentless pressure, the German American sensing sweet victory over her rival at long last.

Whats the matter, Margo? Zazie asked, before tagging her with a right.

Not feeling so hot? A left.

Bet you'd like me to let up, huh? A right.

No reprise for you, bitch. Not today. An uppercut!

The bewildered Margo wanted to launch a verbal comeback but she just got another punch to the face before she could do so.

Finally she flopped heavily onto her butt in the corner, wilting under Zazies onslaught.

The crowd exploded in excitement and Zazie took a moment to lift up her arms and indulge the applause.

While she did so, Margo, half slipped, half fell out of the ring, crawling underneath the apron.

Oh no, she didnt exclaimed Zazie, when she realized what had happened, quickly rolling under the ring ropes and following after Margo under the apron.

The crowd heard muffled sounds of struggle for several minutes, then some silence.

A minute passed.

Two.

Finally Margo crawled back out from under the apron, dragging Zazie with her. The blonde had a bull rope wrapped tightly around the brunettes throat and Zazie was gagging and drooling. Margo had a murderous look in her eyes and she hoisted Zazie to her feet before repeatedly clanging the brunettes head against the metal ringpost.

The crowd inhaled its breath as they heard the dull thread as Zazies skull met the unforgiving steel.

Once Margo was satisfied that Zazie was thoroughly concussed, she rolled he German-American beauty back into the ring, crawling in after her. Margo dragged her by one leg into the middle of the ring. Zazie was flat in her back, her eyes half closed, her arms splayed helplessly above her head. Ripe for the picking.

Thats when Margo went for her absolute favorite move. She laid herself ion tope of Zazies probe body, facing her feet. Margo then wrapped her long, toned legs around Zazies neck in a reverse figure-4 head scissors. The blonde then exerted maximum pressure, simultaneously choking Zazie out and jamming the brunettes face into her ass.

Nnnnnnn  noooo   nooooo   stahp. . . Zazie muttered.

Oh no, honey, I dont think so, hissed Margo, periodically flexing her calf muscles to increase he already unbearable pressure on Zazies neck.

Now YOURE the one whos not feeling so hot, huh? Margo squealed in delight. Now youre at my mercy. And bitch, I am not feeling merciful. Margo concluded.

Margo kept the merciless suffocation hold in place for a long time and the brunettes struggles started to get weaker and weaker. A long line of drool dribbled out of her mouth.

Zazie started quietly sobbing as she realized she was thoroughly trapped and Margo would not relent. Shes been trapped in this hold before and both women knew that Zazie did not know how to counter it.

Thats right, bitch. Cry. Cry like the loser you are. Thought you had me huh? But how do our matches always end? With me triumphant and you gasping for air,   which I may or may not let you have. You know why? Because I own you I OWN YOU - and you are a hopeless loser!

Margo kept up her taunting, crushing not only Zazies body but her spirit.

Zazie kept crying and whimpering her surrender, until the pressure around her neck grew too much for her and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she slipped into unconsciousness. Margos thighs were just too strong, too constricting, too much.

Zazie wasnt even aware when Margo hooked her leg and covered her for the pin or when the American crowd booed lustily as Margo was announced as the winner. Again.

She was completely oblivious as Margo propped her up and then used pink lipstick to write LOSER and Margos Property all over Zazies face and chest and belly.

And she continued slumbering as Margo posed her unconscious body and took selfie after selfie of her moment of utter triumph over Zazie Beetz.

[Savant]

Margo Robbie vs Zazie Beetz Rematch: Beach Fight in Brisbane

As Margo suffocated under Zazie’s relentless breast smother, her mind drifted back to how she had gotten here. After their last match in Miami, a match that Margo had not only own but ended up humiliating Zazie, she was eager to lay another beating on her longtime rival. Zazie was no less eager to get her revenge and accepted a beach match in Margo’s backyard of Brisbane, Australia.

Like all their matches, this had proven a long, competitive bout with the advantage switching back and forth several times. 30 minutes into the fight, both women were drenched in sweat under the hot southern sun. Exhausted, they were both on their last shaky legs.

Except Margo was just a little shakier. Maybe it was overconfidence, maybe Zazie had trained just a little harder but for whatever reason, the German-American had gotten the drop on the Australian and slapped a breast smother on her. She wrestled the blonde down onto the beach grapevining her legs, and now she was relentlessly force-feeding her tit.

Zazie’s breasts were large and bountiful and were perfectly suited to blotting out all the air and light from Margo’s face. The blonde bucked her hips wildly, trying to roll Zazie off her but the brunette was firmly attached and remain plastered onto her.

Margo could taste a combination of sweat and salt water as Zazie’s tits pressed into her face. The brunette was overheated after the long match and all that body heat was now being transferred onto Margo’s face. She felt like she was in an oven.

Again she tried to twist and turn her way loose but Zazie was an expert bull rider and did not let her get any leverage.

A less savvy fighter might have been tempted go let up and check out her handiwork but Zazie had been beaten into a puddle by Margo in their last match and she was determined to get her full measure of revenge. Whatever happened, she was going to breast smother this blonde bitch into oblivion.

After another minute or so, Margo started screaming her surrender but with her mouth full of tit, only a muffled “mmmmppphhhhhh” mmmmmmphhhhh” was audible. She started slapping a hand against the sand but Zazie reminded her that she had insisted on a no-holds barred, knockouts only match. No submissions. No ref was going to save her.

Frantically, Margo tried one final time to buck Zazie off her but her rival kept her pinned, kept feeding her more and more tit. Her arms were rock hard and kept Margo’s face firmly in place. Finally, with a sigh, the fight was drained out of Margo and she passed out.

An excited Zazie could feel the energy drain out of her arch-enemy. “Yes! Yes! Finally!” she exclaimed. But she still kept the breast smother in place for another minute.

Finally Zazie peeled her breasts off of Margo’s face, making a wet clammy smacking sound. Zazie grabbed a handful of Margo’s hair and surveyed the sleeping face of her enemy. Margo’s face was covered in sweat, her hair was soaking wet after being trapped in the furnace of the breast smother. Her eyebrows were arched, her mouth open and a lone of drool dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.

Zazie laughed as the pro-Margo Australian crowd booed her lustily. But the brunette was far from finished. She slapped Margo in the cheek to wake her up, gently at first then harder until the blonde’s eyes fluttered open.

Both women were sitting on their haunches at this point, facing each other. A groggy Margo only had a few seconds to process where she was when Zazie grabbed two handful of the blonde’s hair and plunged her back into another breast smother.

“MMMMMMFFFFFFF….MMMFFFFFFFF….NNNNNNNNNNNNO…” Margo protested. But Zazie just smiled broadly.

“Found your kryptonite, huh Margo,” she whispered in blonde’s ear. “Don’t like having tits in your face. Don’t know how to get out of this hold, huh?” Zazie taunted her.

Margo pushed at Zazie’s strong shoulders, trying to get some separation, some air, but no luck. After another minute or two, Zazie was able to push the blonde onto her back. Zazie again grapevined Margo’s legs but it was not as necessary this time. The blonde was quickly weakening.

As a final protest, Margo tried firing fists into Zazie’s arms and ribs but her punches lacked power after being trapped in the draining breast smother for so long and Zazie just laughed off the ineffectual blows.

One again Margo was trapped in the furnace. Zazie’s heavy breasts blotted out all sound, all light, all oxygen. The Australian tried desperately to get a breath in but Zazie kept feeding her tit over and over and over.

Finally, several long minutes after Margo had gone completely limp, the ref started pulling at Zazie’s arms trying to her to release the breast smother. Zazie just snarled at him and kept it in place. The ref called on several men in the crowd and with their combined efforts they were eventually able to separate the two hellcats, Zazie screaming bloody murder.

A worried ref checked on Margo and what he saw concerned him enough to call over a doctor. The doctor examined Margo. He flashed a light in her eyes, no response. The blonde’s breath was shallow and labored. “Margo? Margo? Can you hear me?” No response. After several more minutes of examination, the doctor called for a wheelchair to be brought over. Margo was placed in the chair but Zazie broke free at this point and promptly sat herself in Margo’s lap.

Zazie grabbed her by the cheeks and looked into Margo’s glassy etes.

“Oh shit! I think I broke this bitch for good,” laughed Zazie. She pulled out a phone and took a series of selfies with her devastated arch-enemy, getting her revenge on Margo who had done the same thing to her after their last match.

Zazie slapped Margo in the face several times but the blonde remained unresponsive, just taking the slaps without offering any resistance. She drooled into her own cleavage.

“Damn now that is a proper jug smother! Bitch is in another world!” Zazie laughed hysterically.

Finally he attendants pulled Zazie off of Margo’s laps and wheeled off the blonde to a waiting ambulance.

[Jackflash Jump]

Scarlett Johansson vs Lola Monroe



Scarlett's right hand clamped down over her opponent's upper face, her thumb and fingers tightening over Lola's temples as she executed a textbook Iron Claw, one of her signature finishers.  The blonde permitted herself a half-smirk of satisfaction as her victim winced in anguish and slowly began to sink to her knees.

But Johansson's face suddenly became a mask of surprise and confusion as her adversary's own right hand reaches blindly upward, securing a clawhold on the blonde's face.  Suddenly it was a duel of claws...although the odds seemed most decidedly in Scarlett's favor, as she had already been applying her hold for nearly a full minute.  And yet, to the shock of all...most of all Johansson herself...Monroe slowly began to rise back up to her full height, while it was the blonde's legs that trembled and threatened to buckle under her!

The two buxom beauties stood there in the center of the penthouse room, their skin glistening with sweat, grunting and moaning as each attempted to overcome the other.  After what seemed like an eternity of this, Johansson suddenly gave a loud whine, followed by a moaning whimper as she sank to her knees, her hand falling free of Lola's face, releasing her.  The duel of claws was won.  "Guess we know who's better at that, don't we bitch?" the sepia-skinned battler hissed with satisfaction.  She then released her hold, following it up in a blur of motion with a kneelift to the blonde's chin, sending the dazed Johansson sprawling onto her back.

A legdrop across Scarlett's breasts caused her to to loudly exhale as the air was purged from her lungs, leaving her struggling to remain conscious.  With a cruel smile, Monroe stood back up and, reaching down, filled her hands with her opponent's flaxen mane, hauling the squealing Scarlett back upright by her hair.  Lola then dipper her knees, wrapped her arms around her rival's waist, and with a grunt she hoisted Johansson up and pulled her over her shoulder.

It was a breathtakingly magnificent sight to behold.  Just minutes ago, Lola seemed on the verge of defeat.  Now, she stood like an Amazon, holding aloft her foe in a Torture Rack, displaying the hapless blonde as a huntress displays a trophy as Johansson's wails of anguish filled the room.  As Scarlett grew weaker and weaker, Monroe suddenly threw her forward and down, even as the raven-haired tigress dropped to one knee; this move resulted in a Backbreaker, as Scarlett's spine slammed down across her opponent's bent knee and her lush body was bend agonizingly backward.

The torment was too much for the blonde to endure for long, and her lids fluttered shut over glazed eyes as she succumbed to the pain and exhaustion and slipped into unconsciousness.  Lola rolled her beaten victim off of her knee and let Scarlett's body thud to the floor, where she rolled over onto her back.  Rising up like some ancient goddess of war, Monroe stomped her foot down upon her rival's breasts and flexed her arms in victory, as the spectators jumped to their feet for a roar of approval.